A Tromatic Experience
Friday I attended MegaCon, Orlando's comic convention. I did not get to
meet the creators of Homestar Runner as planned (they were in school
apparently) but I did meet their moms who were very nice.
Both the highlight and the lowpoint of the day was speaking with moviemaker Lloyd Kaufman, president and creator of Troma - the film studio known for pushing the limits and then a lot more - which introduced the Toxic Avenger, Tromeo and Juliet, Terror Firmer, and Matt Stone and Trey Parker's Cannibal the Musical. I had met him at a conference a few years ago while attending with my exboyfriend. He seemed very sweet and though complementary not offensive or at all threatening. When I saw him Friday walking around the booths, I decided to say hello.
After about 40 seconds of small talk and him claiming he remembered meeting me for that brief two minutes four years ago at a convention just like the other 100 he's been to since then, he started telling me all about how they need talented actresses, writers, and others for their productions and I seemed to have such great ideas that I'd be perfect for their team. My first supremely brief instinct was "wouldn't it be great to have such a connection if I were to ever get into script writing or production?"
This reaction was immediately overshadowed by the fact that his face was about four inches closer than my personal space allowed while he carressed my hands in a less than interview type of fashion. I had a feeling he wasn't trying to get me to send him my resume as his post-middle-aged hands making their way down the small of my back. I had this sneaking suspicion that perhaps the position he was trying to get me into wasn't of the filmmaking variety I may have initially assumed.
He tried convincing me to leave my friends and go out with him to dinner after the con closed. He mentioned all the nice restaurants along I-Drive and, in response to my hesitations and steps backward and, most likely, my look of utter dismay, he handed me his card. Lloyd Kaufman then proceeded to write his cell number on the back and encouraged me in an all-too-eager lonely guy at the end of the bar kind of way to please please call him.
This experience creeped me out and made me laugh and made me feel insulted and flattered and repulsed and offended and shocked and not at all surprised all at the same time.
This is Lloyd Kaufman.
If he offers you a job, I'm sure it is legit, but it's nothing you'd be proud to put on your resume (just ask the girl pictured above).
Originally, I included his cell phone number here on this post. That seemed just a bit too harsh. Instead, I opted to offer up his business line 212-757-4555 x11 for any of my friends who may be interested in getting into the grotesque cinema business.
I did not call it, but if you're looking for a good time or have a great idea for a horror flick that should connect you straight to the man himself. Luckily for Lloyd this is not a widely read journal.
Both the highlight and the lowpoint of the day was speaking with moviemaker Lloyd Kaufman, president and creator of Troma - the film studio known for pushing the limits and then a lot more - which introduced the Toxic Avenger, Tromeo and Juliet, Terror Firmer, and Matt Stone and Trey Parker's Cannibal the Musical. I had met him at a conference a few years ago while attending with my exboyfriend. He seemed very sweet and though complementary not offensive or at all threatening. When I saw him Friday walking around the booths, I decided to say hello.
After about 40 seconds of small talk and him claiming he remembered meeting me for that brief two minutes four years ago at a convention just like the other 100 he's been to since then, he started telling me all about how they need talented actresses, writers, and others for their productions and I seemed to have such great ideas that I'd be perfect for their team. My first supremely brief instinct was "wouldn't it be great to have such a connection if I were to ever get into script writing or production?"
This reaction was immediately overshadowed by the fact that his face was about four inches closer than my personal space allowed while he carressed my hands in a less than interview type of fashion. I had a feeling he wasn't trying to get me to send him my resume as his post-middle-aged hands making their way down the small of my back. I had this sneaking suspicion that perhaps the position he was trying to get me into wasn't of the filmmaking variety I may have initially assumed.
He tried convincing me to leave my friends and go out with him to dinner after the con closed. He mentioned all the nice restaurants along I-Drive and, in response to my hesitations and steps backward and, most likely, my look of utter dismay, he handed me his card. Lloyd Kaufman then proceeded to write his cell number on the back and encouraged me in an all-too-eager lonely guy at the end of the bar kind of way to please please call him.
This experience creeped me out and made me laugh and made me feel insulted and flattered and repulsed and offended and shocked and not at all surprised all at the same time.
This is Lloyd Kaufman.
If he offers you a job, I'm sure it is legit, but it's nothing you'd be proud to put on your resume (just ask the girl pictured above).
Originally, I included his cell phone number here on this post. That seemed just a bit too harsh. Instead, I opted to offer up his business line 212-757-4555 x11 for any of my friends who may be interested in getting into the grotesque cinema business.
I did not call it, but if you're looking for a good time or have a great idea for a horror flick that should connect you straight to the man himself. Luckily for Lloyd this is not a widely read journal.