Behind the Scenes

Shot on the set of Deathgasm, Auckland NZ (photo credit: Christian Espinoza)

Behind the scenes is where the magic happens.

My fragile eight year old mind was blown away when I first witnessed the T-1000 take a dozen bullets to the chest, only to regenerate, get back up, and see the cold lifeless expression on his face as he battles Arnold in what is possibly one of the greatest chase scenes ever filmed.

Or being a ten year old and actually jumping out of my cinema seat when Sir Richard Attenborough told Sam Neill and Laura Dern that he had a T-Rex, in the now infamous “Welcome to Jurassic Park” scene. Never had there been special FX this stunningly real before, and so close to nature as when ILM created the dinosaurs for the epic Jurassic Park.

I was captivated by the raw human emotion brought to life by Woody and Buzz Lightyear, in the first fully CGI feature length movie Toy Story. My impressionable twelve year old brain just couldn’t compute the notion that the characters were not real because the magic was there in every inflection, every movement, and the script itself.

Every movie that you watch was made by a team of individuals just like you.

You won’t know your full potential unless you challenge yourself, so go out and help create something that the world has never seen.

You can’t connect the dots looking forward, you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.

– Steve Jobs

The Horror

On the set of ‘Deathgasm‘ 2015 (Photo Credit: Christian Espinoza)

As far back as I can remember, I have always been obsessed with horror.

Movies, Books, Posters, T-Shirts, Music and Magazines. My first email address was count.orlok@houseofhorrors.com. I was desensitized from a young age, I recall watching Toby Hooper’s original Texas Chainsaw Massacre when I was 8 years old. My local video shop was my second home, and I made it my mission to rent every single horror movie on those shelves. From Amityville Horror to Zombie Holocaust, I watched them all, one tape at a time. I remember inviting my next door neighbors to come and watch the Omen with me ! It left them distraught. I genuinely loved seeing my friends’ expressions when they watched for the first time.

I later developed a passion for the craft, the cinematography, the make up and special FX, the soundtrack, the script, everything. For my 12th birthday my folks got me a Panasonic camcorder. I started filming my own horror movies with my friends after school and on weekends. I would stay up late, crudely editing my tapes. This was everything to me.

Somewhere along the way, my passion subsided. I stopped watching the films, put away my camcorder, and disposed of my merch. My love for horror got buried 6 feet under and was replaced by work, parenting, bills and laundry. Sad.

If you made it this far, I have a fun and quick exercise for you 🙂

  1. Go back to a time when you were young, free, and you felt immensely passionate about something and just for no reason at all, revisit it.
  2. Then watch what happens.

I will do the same.

“Until the next time boils and ghouls… pleasant screams !” (The Cryptkeeper)