A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A SCREAM QUEEN – PART 2
Today we conclude our two-part feature titled “A Day In The Life Of A Scream Queen” penned by horror goddess SADIE KATZ. Sadie continues to be a fixture in horror and is a fan favorite for her talent, beauty, wit and accessibility to her fans. It’s that kind of fan interaction that inspired her to write this two-part piece, where we get to know the real SADIE KATZ, the one that is unscripted and only gets one take. So, let’s pick up where we left off…..
3:35 p.m. – Just found out that an indie horror I’m in was accepted by a film fest in Germany! Germany is a hot spot for me because WRONG TURN is a big film there, and I also shot BLOOD FEAST there. I’m thinking that maybe it would be a cool idea to text the director and offer to do the convention. A lot of horror actresses I know do conventions as a way to meet their fans, make new fans, help promote their films and make some money in between films. Its “hard” work on a certain level…I mean not at the level of construction worker hard, but hard nonetheless.
4:00 p.m. – HORROR! HORROR! HORROR! So I privately messaged the director regarding the film fest in Germany and the response was well…really weird and insulting. I’m one of the leads in the film (I’m on the poster) and his response to my offer read “hahahaha, you just want to go on a free trip to Germany, to party and drink and make money signing autographs.” We get into this strange back and forth about me saying that I thought I’d be helping promote the film and that the other actors would come too. He begins to tell me how “I have a big ego, and how dare I have the guts to ask him something like this and how he can easily sign autographs too.” According to him, he is more famous than I am. Ummm…am I missing something here??? He says that he heard that when we shot the film that the only reason I did it was “because I want to make money.” Well, this would be true. The conversation goes on and on. I’m not really sure what prompted all of this but in the end I think the whole exchange hurt me more than anything.
5:00.p.m. – The Brit is out of town and I’m dwelling on the above. I made a couple of phone calls and am I’m embarrassed to say that I’m crying my eyes out over this.
6:00 p.m. – The boy is home and he’s working on his “motorbike”, his own version of EASY RIDER. The whole thing smells like gasoline. My neighbors in my underground garage aren’t amused. One of the things about being an actress, especially a horror film actress, is your imagination can run a little wild. I’m somewhat nervous and fantasizing that the whole garage is going to blow up from the gasoline, leaving my son scarred for life. After being rejected by the world and my livid neighbors who have lost their life savings due to the explosion, I’m forced to move into a CABIN IN THE WOODS. I snap out of this macabre day dream and ask him to work on the bike outside on the side walk. A crisis and a potentially masked-killer with mommy issues has now been avoided. Phew.
7:00 p.m. – Dinner. I’m not eating carbs or drinking – South Beach diet. It’s part of living in LA and part of being an indie actress. I’m not big enough (pardon the pun) as an actress or a person to rally around my curves. I’m still pretty down as well about the earlier conversation with the director, and I’m not in an eating mood. Not to be a dramatic but the boy notices. He’s my biggest cheerleader and tells me that he feels like this year is going to be a good one for me. He says he can “feel it in his bones.” This makes me feel proud of him for not judging me by the parts I play (even when they involve killing someone with my vagina).
9:30 p.m. – “SCREAM!” Okay, I’m not screaming literally…I’ve got neighbors. I just got a LOI (Letter of Intent) to shoot in September with <insert name I can’t say yet- which I know is annoying> for thirty days (!) in Italy. I’m told the funding is 90% secured. Which is why I’m not screaming (yet!). I “KNOCK, KNOCK” on the Boy’s door and tell him the potentially KILLER news and he smiles. “I told you so.”
10:00 p.m. – My head hits the pillow but I can’t help but think, about what other job could tie my stomach in knots, fill me with hope (only to dash it away), have me screaming, crying and sometimes begging for my life? I suppose at the end of the day I always wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, being a scream queen and an actress is not just my job, it’s who I am. And this is my story to tell.