The audience burst into laughter. What followed was a barrage of
some inane, some intelligent questions. There was, as seems
perfunctory, one lone person who asked the eternal burning question:
"Is there going to be an “Evil Dead 4?”"
"Is there
going to be an “Evil Dead 4”...Hmmmm. I'm just hesitating because
I'VE NEVER HEARD THAT QUESTION BEFORE. Tell ya what, if anybody's
got a cell phone, we could call Sam Raimi up right now and see if we
can convince him to make “Evil Dead 4” instead of “SPIDERMAN 2!”"
Once again, the audience burst into laughter. Later, I even
got to play a game where I was a big-shot movie producer, and Bruce
was pitching the idea for "Congo." Then we played a game where Bruce
would turn his back, and the audience would shout out the name of a
movie that they wanted their money back for. I blurted out "Maniac
Cop," and Bruce tried to defend it as best he could, but also said
that nowadays he'd "simply laugh at the script, and run from it."
After the Q&A session, I had to wait outside the pool
area because a new batch of fans was coming in to watch a live
(parody) performance of "The Evil Dead." As I waited, I noticed all
the people walking by with “Evil Dead” t-shirts and hats and
lunchboxes, all looking very disdainfully at me for some reason, as
I sat there holding my camera and tripod, in my Hawaiian shirt and
slacks. I think I even heard someone call me "chump..."
After the performance, Bruce walked outside, escorted by a
small, burly security guard who I think was called "TJ." Bruce told
me to follow him to his car, and so I did. In the car, "TJ" asked
Bruce what he wanted to drink, and Bruce ordered some sort of
Kahlua-martini concoction...all the while I sat in the back and kept
my mouth shut. We drove around to the back of the hotel, and when we
walked into the building, all those fanboys who sneered at me
earlier now looked at me in shock and dismay. I think I had at least
one private chuckle at their expense.
And now we came to the
time of the actual interview. The place where we were sitting was a
little, cluttered production office, filled with posters and
merchandise...but I didn't notice it. When "TJ" returned to the room
with Bruce's drink, he also put one down next to me. Bruce ended up
drinking mine, by the way.
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