The Bloodshed

So about two years ago, Alan Rowe Kelly calls me and says: I want to make a trilogy like Creepshow. It'll be me and two other horror directors. I said: Cool, have a great time. You should have them thematically connected in some vague way. He said: Great idea, what are you talking about? I said like the Brothers Grim fairy tales or 10001 Nights. Each story is independent yet lends to a greater theme. He said: Brilliant and hung up. He called back: How much can you put into the project? I said: %$^**. I hate it when I talk to Alan sometimes. His films are always a lot of fun make decent money and he's been a friend for years. I had said previously that if he can get his next projec going (I forget the title, but the budget was 300K) I would put up the first 10K and a letter offering DVD distribution. He said: Instead of that, give me the 10 grand for the short and we'll have a movie in six months. I thought and than said: WTF...? Sure, Alan's been a friend.

I was going to be on set as EP for the Blood Shed, but the shoot date got pushed by two weeks and I was going to Poland to shoot a documentary. I got back and called Alan. Alan said: Uhhhhhh...... we spent all the money, but didn't shoot a short. I said: What?!? You M....F.... I trusted you. What the F...in bleep C.....Sucker, dirt bag piece of S.... Alan interupted, sheepishly, which is the only time, I've heard him not over the top: We shot a feature instead.

I thought: OK, kinda different. I saw the initial cut a few months later. In a hotel room in New York with the guy that made up all the weird crazy violent sick stuff that went into the movie. A movie that can best be described as Pink Flamingo's meets the Texas Chain Saw Massacre. Or in my opinion the Citizen Kane of in-bred, hill billy, cannibal films. And yes, that's Alan playing Beeftina.