“Nobody calls me chicken!” In 1885, 1955 and 2015.
(Source: backtothefuturemovies)
That moment when you find out you get to go to Toronto Film Festival
Some thought I dressed up as Eli Roth for Halloween, NAY! Kevin Bridge.
PROP HUNTING TODAY!!! Art direction is a wonderful thing, especially when the film is post apocalyptic and you can start thinking in a “If i was one of few left alive, what kind of shit would I need?” Time to get creative.
Finally getting back on the tumblr wagon.
Dear Eli,
If given the opportunity to find your teeth in my mail box I would do the following: Write a short script titled “The Death of Eli Roth”, call up my bff Kevin who looks near identical to you to play you, and use your teeth in a very bloody and horrific scene, even giving them a close up. I only have a few more months left of film school and I can’t think if a better way to spend it than using your teeth in a blood bath of a short film.
Twitter - @adamenricco
P.S. - Thank you posting excerpts from “Eli Roth: All the Gory Details”. Reading it played a major role in motivating me to go into film. I still read it from time to time when I need a boost.
Dem’s my teef. Whoever has the most fun, creative idea gets them. Simple is okay too (earring, necklace, nipple ring) but you have to tell me how you’re going to design it and then send a pic of the tooth when it’s done. I’m not the jewelry maker, I just grow the jewels. That sounded weird. I’ll decide tomorrow night. P.S. Cloning me is totally cool if you know how.
