Fright Night Film Festival. Because I had to have two teeth extracted a week ago, our spending budget was reduced to the $10 cash I had on me, so I didn't score any of the autographs that I had hoped to add to my meager collection. I did, however, get to chat with Tiffany Shepis whom I found charming and very friendly. We discussed Nightmare Man, the DVD bonus features that I shamefully still haven't watched and the guy at the adjacent table joined me in contrasting whether I was better off having missed a previous Fright Night convention with a Crohn's flare--apparently the air conditioning had gone out so that con was roasting. We ultimately scored it a draw. I felt bad not buying something from her after taking up a solid five minutes of her time in conversation, but what was I gonna do with $10?
|Tiffany Shepis in Nightmare Man. Publicity photo.|
My back started hurting so I took an hour away from the con floor to sit in on a literary panel about anthologies. I think there were more panelists than attendees. I learned a few things. Firstly, apparently only about 25% of submissions actually follow the guidelines of a given anthology meaning that if you just follow the rules you've got a leg up on 75% of the competition. A story can also be rejected if it's similar in theme and tone to another story (preference is given to the story written by someone with name recognition), and a story can also be rejected if it's too good for the collection. Homogeneity is important to an anthology. Every editor present also emphasized how much they enjoy finding a reason to give someone their first break in the industry, and how they take pride in being the one to first take a chance on someone.
After the panel we attended a screening of Cross, which is part A-Team and part Raiders of the Lost Ark. It's a product of the comic book/sci-fi world produced by stars Brian Austin Green and Jake Busey among others. We saw it because it also features Troy H. King, friend of my mother-in-law. His is a small but entertaining part as one of Michael Clarke Duncan's henchmen. The audio mix was screwed up so it was hard to follow a lot of the dialog but having the background I have in such stories and having seen several silent movies in the last year, I didn't have too much trouble keeping up with it. It started late for whatever reason, which pushed back subsequent events to the ire of those event enthusiasts. As it happened, the masquerade ball and body art show were scheduled for that room. We passed, waiting instead for the invitation only Fat Monster party.
|With Daniel Logan.|
No idea who the photobomber is.
What I enjoyed most about hanging out with Daniel Logan was that he doesn't even act like he knows he's a celebrity. I honestly think he'd be the life of the party even if he was a nobody. The guy's full of energy and seems to really enjoy being around people having a good time. It reminded me of what it was like hanging out with my friends back before Crohn's disease put an end to my late nights. So, thanks for the good time, Daniel Logan.
We left sometime between 1:00 and 2:00, and had a lot of fun. I was thrilled my guts had cooperated throughout the entire day, though my hip and my back did not.