Coincidence? You Be the Judge.
I was watching the film "The Autopsy" tonight (total bomb. Don't bother). I knew it would suck from the opening credits which show our four intrepid, doomed college kids partying it up on Bourbon St. during Mardi Gras complete with hand grenades, beads and woo-hoo'ing up the wahoozoo.
This one shot was pretty strange, however, so I took a still of it. The actor looks almost exactly like my friend Dimitri did when we were in our early 20s. On top of that, the photo is taken 1 1/2 blocks from my house, with the Dimitri'esque actor gesturing towards Manderley, my street sign underscored by his hand.
"What are the odds?" I thought.
Then, resuming the film, a moment later, it is revealed that the character's name is actually … Dimitri.
Much later in the film Dimitri has his live lung removed for nefarious transplant purposes. (Oops. Spoiler. Hope I didn't ruin it for ya.)
Should I call the real Dimitri in L.A. and make sure his respiratory system is functioning okay? I mean, is this a sign? I certainly hope he's okay.
This one shot was pretty strange, however, so I took a still of it. The actor looks almost exactly like my friend Dimitri did when we were in our early 20s. On top of that, the photo is taken 1 1/2 blocks from my house, with the Dimitri'esque actor gesturing towards Manderley, my street sign underscored by his hand.
"What are the odds?" I thought.
Then, resuming the film, a moment later, it is revealed that the character's name is actually … Dimitri.
Much later in the film Dimitri has his live lung removed for nefarious transplant purposes. (Oops. Spoiler. Hope I didn't ruin it for ya.)
Should I call the real Dimitri in L.A. and make sure his respiratory system is functioning okay? I mean, is this a sign? I certainly hope he's okay.