Shiver me timbers!
I used to have indie director Glenn Baisely fill me in on insider horror convention news. He’s one of those guys who can’t keep anything confidential — a true gossip.
But Baisely is busy killing Mike Lane in the woods for his latest flick and occassionally threatening me with lawsuits, so I was completely in the dark regarding the Fango-Creation dissolution.
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I KNOW RETURN YOU TO THE ORIGINAL PURPOSE OF THIS POST:
I was psyched to see the Fango show return to NYC last June — and, I had a great time, mainly because I don’t go to horror cons for the horror cons.
It’s more about returning to your roots, you know, like De Niro in “The Deer Hunter.”
The show at the Jacob Javits Center in June just didn’t work. But, I’m defensive of the Creation-produced shows. It’s like — I can call my sister fat, but you better not (editor’s note: I do not have a sister).
I LIKED CREATION. THERE, I ADMITTED IT.
I always cringed when some geek would complain about his gold-star seating at Fango or a vendor wasn’t selling as many copies of his unwatchable, do-it-yourself horror flick. Get bent.
The head guy at creation, Adam, was always good to me and my rowdy cohorts. He’s a genuinely good guy.
I covered the Fango shows in NYC over the years for four newspapers in Connecticut and New York, including the Hartford Courant.
With Creation, you sent an e-mail, got on their press list and that was that. No problems.
Contrast that with Chiller, where a request for a press pass was met with hostility (weird, fanboy nonsense) or Monstermania, where my request for a receipt was met with a look of sheer amazement (then they used a magic marker to write my name and the dollar amount on a program).
SO WHAT’S NEXT?
That being said, the Fango shows in NYC lately had a sense of decay to them. Sort of like the last few newspapers I’ve worked at.
Fango’s site is busy pimping something called “Trinity of Terrors.”
It looks major league, obviously.
(I would embed their 30-second commercial, but Fango apparently forbids embedding their vids. That makes sense. Why would you want a 30-second spot for your new convention spread around the Internet?)
And, I’m happy to report, it looks like the prices are still reasonable — $20 for a day pass.
But — it’s at the Palms in Vegas.
Look, not all horror fans are Ryan Rotten hipsters.
I’m a doughy white dude a year married and buying a house.
Hopping a jet to Vegas to watch George Romero look uncomfortable while sharing a “Night of the Living Dead” panel with John Russo just isn’t in the cards.
So, somebody clue me in:
WILL THERE BE AN EAST COAST FANGO CON THIS YEAR?!?!?!?!?!?!?