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Short Story #24: Showbiz.

Written: 1/18/2017

The scripts were only to be handed out when filming took place, which was to be a week after auditions were done, and nobody really knew what the movie was supposed to be about, they were just excited to have a shot at being in a movie made by one of the most notable, up and coming horror directors: Frankie Toussaint, or, as he is more commonly called, Frankie T. Auditions themselves were very confusing, the actors were only asked to talk about themselves, there was a wide variety of people and no actual roles were known. The only consistent element that everyone, at some point in the interviewing process, was asked to scream. None of the actors were sure how they did, because it didn’t seem like the casting people wanted anything at all, but after a couple days actors were contacted and told that they got the parts-which were still undisclosed-and that they were supposed to gather in an alleyway in Chinatown on the following Monday at 10am, where a bus would come to take them to the filming location.

Margret, who had the problem of being pigeon holed into “sexy maid” roles, and only auditioned for the film for the sake of being able to do something different, was surprised to see that there was a woman there who looked very similar to her, only 20 years older. The woman would’ve been surprised, but there were also three other groups of strange pairs that looked like the same people, just at different times of their lives. Conversation was awkward until somebody finally asked if anyone knew what the movie was even about, then they were able to melt into a comfortable level of gossip until the bus came, 40 minutes late. The bus itself was pretty standard on the outside, indistinguishable from the others that swarmed the city, sides covered in gaudy advertisements, but the inside was a little bit different. Margret noticed first that when the doors opened there was a rose scent coming from the inside, and when she boarded she noticed that the seats were made with red velvet, and the ceiling contained black lights. All of these choices were confusing to her, but as she looked around an old Asian man with a large salt and pepper beard, who had introduced himself earlier as John, told her that the director was known for doing things to confuse his actors, the strange bus probably being only one of them.

Seating was empty enough for most people to sit on their own, however some of the younger people sat with their older copies, interested in getting acting advice. Margret’s elder turned out to have also had the maid type cast when she was younger, but never complained because it was still steady work. The problem, she explained, was getting older and having to have to start fighting for different roles, hoping month to month that you could pay your rent.

Frankie had been watching all this back at the film site. He had arranged for cameras to be set up on the back of every seat, and was watching a large wall of monitors, different conversations all going once, people sometimes obscured by the smoke he exhaled. Three days he was in the monitoring room, where he also had a bed, land line, toilet, shower, and computer set up. There were no lights inside except what shone from the monitors, his eyes were bloodshot, and the whole place reeked of cigarettes. He would only be greeted by bright light when his assistants would come in to bring in food, take out trash, get him more cigarettes, or other miscellaneous errands. This was his first film where he had full freedom, a large studio budget behind him, so he was guaranteed to be able to fulfill the artistic vision of what would surely be his last film, and an undeniable horror masterpiece.

Several years ago he had gained widespread attention from Revolver, an amateur film he directed that ended up contending for several awards at a prestigious film festival, although the controversy that came from it made sure that he would win none. The film was based around religious concepts of suicide and hell, and was mainly about a man who had decided to kill himself after his son drowned in a pool. The man had a revolver, spun the chamber, put it to his head, and pulled the trigger, all in the span of 30 seconds, which served as the intro to the film. However the man never died, and instead the audio from the spinning chamber was looped while memories of his child’s death, sins he had committed, and words such as “FAILURE”, “COWARD”, “SINNER” would show up in the screen, all in a frantic succession. After 10 minutes the intro was played again, this time with new audio that overlapped with the repeating, and instead of the visuals repeating they were instead overlayed onto the intro, which was now looping, so you would both see his sins, but also the repeating process of him getting the gun and going to kill himself. This repeated to a nauseating amount, and, in the last five minutes, the visuals were replaced by a scene of the gun finally going off, the inside of his head splattering against the wall, and his body lying motionless on the ground as the audio continued to loop, all until the movie just sort of ended.

Controversy from the film came when the director, during the Q&A portion, was asked if his religious beliefs motivated him to make the movie. He said, “My only motive was to display what I viewed to be a realistic interpretation of hell, the man wanted only death to free him from the world but instead he was greeted with an infinite and repeating life sentence.” When somebody in the audience said that it did not accurately depict Christian hell, Frankie simply said that “Religion is bullshit and its all made up anyways, so who cares.” And then attempted to prove his point by pulling out a live revolver and repeated the first 30 seconds of his film, but was tackled to the ground before he could finish the deed and instead sent a round into a light on the far wall. He was kicked out of the festival, put on suicide watch, and lifted up into fame.

His second film, which was made only two years prior to his last, was backed by an independent film studio and titled “Trip”. It started out with several youths meeting up at one of their friend’s houses because his parents were out of town, and they were going to get high. The first twenty minutes were very intentionally campy, and were also the only scenes that were advertised in the commercials, so a lot of people thought it was going to be a teen stoner comedy, and many went to the theater only to be surprised. After the main character, some tall lanky kid, one of those shy “always gets the girl in the end” types, took a hit of the joint, he noticed that nobody else is willing to smoke it, they all start laughing, and then the screen begins to shake violently. The rest of the movie is just fast moving, psychedelic visuals with the sounds of the main character’s thoughts playing over it. The visuals themselves are quick, intense, and rather jarring, some people would become nauseous. At first the protagonist would only be confused about what was happening, but the visuals would only grow more intense, and he would react to them in the same way the audience members would, sometimes a viewer would shout something that would be thought of by the protagonist only seconds later, voicing their fears. In the last twenty minutes he begins to question if they will ever stop, questions if this is what his life has become, forgets who he even is, and then deteriorates into blind screams of agony, both emotional and existential.

Frankie has an expert from a review review for Trip that he cut out from a newspaper and always carries around in his wallet, it reads: People can’t decide if the movie is good or bad, but all can agree that its more effective than the D.A.R.E. Program. He also had read plenty of praise from religious groups about how the movie successfully warned teenagers about the dangers of narcotics, and that lead him to make an appearance on a lat night talk show-a rare event since he almost never communicated with the public-saying that the movie was 100% fiction, and was intended to express not reality, but the distorted view that had been constructed during the Regan era. And, to prove his point once again, he decided, much to the host’s dismay, to light up joint, but couldn’t find a lighter. Embarrassed that he forgot his lighter, he repeated his suicide attempt from the Q&A session from Revolver, but the host tackled him before he could even spin the chamber.

At that point in his career he was thought of as a cash cow in the film industry, his movies would bring in ridiculous amounts of viewers who were curious to see if the movies were actually as scary as they were said to be, who only went to spite the protesters who they thought of as pathetic, or who would take their kids to scare them away from drugs or suicide. He received offers from large studios, almost daily, for him to work with them to make another movie, but he never budged until he was guaranteed full control of his next film. Rumors had gone around that he only wanted to make one more movie, before retiring as a director, so eventually his demands were met.

Sitting in that control room, watching the actors on the bus, constantly ignoring phone calls, he was ready to make his last movie. Everyone thought the secrecy he devoted to the film was because he wrote an amazing script and was just trying to keep it as a surprise, like he did with the plot of Trip, but they didn’t know that there was never really a script. Some thought his behaviors were because he had a religious devotion to film, and that’s why he had scorn for Christians, because in his eyes they worshiped a false idol, but they were also wrong. Some thought he just wanted privacy, didn’t care about large studios and was basically just walling himself off from bullshit, but they were also wrong. What nobody was able to guess about Frankie’s next movie was that he didn’t care if it was ever seen, because the horror aspect of it wasn’t the movie itself-which was guaranteed to be disturbing to many-but the fact that they had trusted him with so much power without realizing who he even was.

It was an idea he got from the Jimmy Saville controversy. He was reading the story online, late to the party because of his isolated nature, and he realizing how horrible it was that he was supposed to be such a nice person, but was really just a horrible monster inside. There was an aspect about the story, though, that really bugged him: it had been too much of an open secret, and that really dampened the surprise. Then he got the idea for his current film, this was during the filming of Revolver, and although the idea almost sickened him he couldn’t shake it off. One thing people never realized, because of his isolation, was that Frankie wasn’t too right in the head, there was something about him that he felt was evil. Constantly he would fantasize about hurting people who had done as little to annoy him, he connected too often with villains in movies, he had trouble understanding morals, and because of this, and various other things, he was isolated in the first place. Because of this dark thing inside of him he was worried that he was going to do something really bad, and when Revolver was met so positively he tried to kill himself, not to prove the point he cared about, but because he knew that idea might actually be possible. Instead he never died, was thought of as a tortured genius, and that idea was about to be made.

Margret woke up when the bus had stopped, apparently she dozed off after a couple hours and she was surprised to see that it was dark outside. She got up with the others as they moved off the bus and went into their apparent destination: an abandoned factory in the middle of nowhere. Although the walk up to it was unnerving, a lot of the actors were whispering, questioning what the hell was going on, she became relaxed when they found that the inside of the building was actually refurbished, well lighted, and had an appearance similar to a five star hotel lobby. There was marble flooring, pillars spanned around, counter tops and walls fit with mahogany, and from hidden speakers the sounds of harps played. There were plenty of couches and chairs, all made of red velvet, around and the actors relaxed for quite some time, talking more comfortably than they had on the bus.

She found a nearby bathroom and decided to take advantage of it since she had fallen asleep, missing the chance to relieve herself on the ride up. After she dumped everything out of her, she decided to wash up and reapply her make up at the sink. Frankie watched all of this, he was in the phase of his plan where he had to actively switch the monitors, from room to room. “Don’t bother with the makeup, you look acceptable as you are.” A voice said from somewhere in the bathroom, and it confused Margret at first, then she realized it was from a hidden speaker. “Tell the others to head into the back of the lobby when you all are ready to begin filming. There are rooms designated for each of you.”

Looking for a camera, she asked “Oh, what’s this movie about? Are we going to get scripts, or..?”

“Just head into the back.” He had to light up a cigarette, he was impatient to finally begin.

Margret went to tell the others and they all shuffled towards the back, finding a door that led into a long hallway. There were doors spaced out on either side of the hall, each with an actors name on it, placed on a cliched star. When Margret found her door and entered she was surprised to be in a small, cubed room, made completely of concrete that appeared to be painted in a bluish color. The wall to her left was made completely of thick glass, where she could see into the other room that, similar in build, was painted in a shade of orange. She was surprised to see the actress who looked like an older version of herself on the other side, and then she heard the door lock.

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