If ever a post title was self-explanatory, this one is it.
Here’s the scoop. As part of the NewFest’s recurring series highlighting films from the past year’s festiva, they’ve asked me to screen Jinx!, as it premiered earlier in the year at NewFest. It’s gonna be a great screening - I love the IFC Center, and I think it should be great with a big audience. So come down if you haven’t seen it and we’ll all have Christmas cookies afterwards.
December 17th - See you there! More details to follow.
Category my films | admin | November 3, 2007 | 12:19 am
I picked up a few of these great masks at the NY Art Book Fair last month in Chelsea. They’re of the many stages of the plastic surgeries of Jocelyn Wildenstein. I took them over to my friends Maureen and Schalaun at my old job and we did a little photo shoot. Creepy right? Don’t I look great doing my Tyra-inspired deconstructed pose?
The pictures are just starting to pour in from last night and Tuesday, and here are two from my friend Beky. That’s me in my Ghost costume or as I liked to call it until the joke failed to make anyone laugh, my ghost-ume. This was on the night of my Cabbage Night Party on Tuesday - behind me you can see the eerie projection of Mario Bava’s Black Sabbath aka Three Faces of Fear, and if you look closely, the toilet paper I threw all over my apartment and the tissue paper ghosts I hung and taped all over my apartment. The costume was a huge hit - as I walked around last night it was cracking people up. Strangers would walk past me and go “OOOOOOOOHHHH!” just like a ghost, and I would do it back at them. I think it was really fun for people on the streets to see someone doing the most basic dumb costume ever, one that most people have done as a kid at one point or another. People got all nostalgic and were very friendly. Otherwise they just looked spooked, as though they’d actually seen a ghost - I have a feeling they might have been calling to their memories the scene in Halloween where Michael Myers puts on the ghost costume and kills PJ Soles. Either way it was awesome. Two tons of fun.
That’s a very spooky shot of my Ghost Cake, recipe from the Amy Sedaris cookbook, except I added a little family touch using cooking secrets I learned from my mother - Duncan Hines mix and Pillsbury Frosting in a Can. You can see the little arms made out of the sections of cake that you remove to shape the cake into a ghost. I did make it a two layer cake - for some reason I made one layer French Vanilla and the second pure yellow butter cake. I was worried people would be scared of the Ghost Cake, but everyone ended up eating several helpings, as happily as the people in Larry Cohen’s The Stuff gobbled up the mutant killer ice cream. Eerily, I found myself possessed to eat more and more of the Ghost Cake, until I realized I was shoving handfuls of it in my mouth last night at 4 in the morning, after returning from the bars. I forced my roommate to throw it out about an hour ago before I could eat any more (okay, I grabbed a few more handfuls and shoved them down my cake-hole, but whatever).
The strangest thing happened next, my roommate was bagging up the garbage, and he swears the cake moved and forced itself to fall out of the garbage bag on the floor - almost as though it didn’t want to be thrown out. I ran back to the kitchen to scarf up some more, but my roommate played the Father Karras role well, eating all the leftover cake up himself, then throwing himself out the window into the stairwell below. Whew! No haunted demonic cake is gonna make a fatty out of this skinny minnie, although it was probably good that I wore that loose fitting sheet as my costume. It hid the scary fat rolls in my tummy. Do you think this means I could end up wearing a muumuu in my old fat gay age? Nothing is scarier than the future, I always say.
PS. Entemann’s Pumpkin Pies are back in stock for Thanksgiving - now that shit is really the devil’s work! Keep away! The Power of Chris compells you!
The new issue of Butt Magazine is out now at your finer book selling establishments. My contribution this month is an interview with famous portrait artist Don Bachardy, who was more well-known at first for being the very young lover of pioneering gay author Christopher Isherwood, of whom I am a huge fan. Bachardy’s story is a truly remarkable one. Not only did he lead an active sexual life in Hollywood in the 50’s, of which he recounted to me in graphic, wonderful detail, he and Isherwood then led a truly courageous life as an out gay couple in Hollywood. This was all the more shocking to so-called decent Hollywood society because of their age difference - Bachardy was 18 when he first met Isherwood, who was then 49, on the beach in Santa Monica. I was incredibly intimidated to meet him, having long been an admirer of all the work he’s done to preserve Chris’ (as Bachardy calls him, so I will to) legacy, editing journals of articles about him, and insisting on the publication of Chris’ diaries unedited, as well as participating in a forthcoming documentary about their relationship, titled Chris and Don.
It’s a really unique story, and filled with juicy details about sex with Isherwood and others, so as not to disappoint Butt Readers. We also discussed his unique portraiture and the way that Chris’ influence and fame and star connections allowed him to flourish as an artist. He’s quick and sharp and doesn’t miss a trick, and his story of growing older with Isherwood and his life, both day-to-day and sexual, post-Isherwood, is really an amazing one.
Hey everyone, my short film Jinx! is going to be back on the IFC Channel starting tomorrow morning and airing all November in the short film showcase with several other adorable films about little bitchy girls.
Here’s the dates - remember to set your TIVO!
November 2nd, Friday 7:45AM
November 3rd, Saturday, 5:05AM
November 28th, Wednesday 12:45PM
November 30th, Friday 12:00PM
And coming up in December - Jinx! screens at the IFC Center in New York City!
Well it’s all over. Will write more tomorrow but before I go to bed, I wanted to post a clip from Linnea Quigley’s Horror Movie Workout, which I wanted to show at my party yesterday but the DVD didn’t arrive in time - it’s still lost in a fucking lame UPS holding pattern. Quigley is a shlock horror scream queen made famous by cult Troma-style flicks like Hollywood Chainsaw Hookers, Sorority Babes in the Slimeball Bowl-O-Rama, The Return of the Living Dead, and apparently she’s somewhere in my favorite Christmas movie, Silent Night, Deadly Night. I guess to capitalize on her stardom, she made this super campy workout video where she shows you how to get in good enough shape to be a scream queen like her. It’s a hoot. I guess I’ll just have to show it next year. Until then here’s a clip to whet your appetite.
