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🎄Christmas Carol Asks🎄

Silent Night: What is your favorite Christmas tradition?

Joy to the World: Any New Years resolutions?

O Come All Ye Faithful: Is Christmas a religious or a secular holiday for you?

Deck the Halls: How does your family decorate?

Oh Holy Night: What do you do on Christmas eve?

Away in a Manger: Favorite Christmas Movie?

The First Noel: Do you have a favorite tree ornament?

Oh Tannenbaum: Does your family get a real tree every year or do you have a fake one?

Good King Wenceslas: Do you hang stockings up?

Patapan: Are you traveling for Christmas this year?

God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen: What's the earliest Christmas memory you have?

The Little Drummer Boy: Josh Dun.

The Holly and the Ivy: Favorite christmas dessert?

Ding Dong Merrily on High: Favorite Christmas piece of clothing? (Hat, sweater, etc?)

We Wish You A Merry Christmas: Does your family send Christmas cards?

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing: Do you still believe in Santa? If not when did you stop?

We Three Kings: What do you want for Christmas?

Angels we Have Heard on High: Angel or star on the top of the tree?

Lo, How A Rose: What's your Christmas dinner menu?

What Child is This: Do you like eggnog?

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Ghosts are real, this much I know. There are things that tie them to a place, very much like they do to us. Some remain tethered to a patch of land, a time and date, the spilling of blood, a terrible crime… There are others, others that hold onto an emotion, a drive, loss, revenge, or love. Those, they never go away.

Crimson Peak (2015) dir Guillermo del Toro

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I. Hi! We’re happy to have you with us. First thing’s first, can you slate for us please? 

“Hey, my full name is Alejandro Miguel Esteban Castillo , but most people know me as Andre Castillo. I’m forty-one, a director, I go by he/him pronouns and I get compared to Oscar Isaac a lot.”

II. It’s great to meet you. So you have to know that everyone’s been curious about you, why don’t we start with where you’re from? Tell us where you grew up and what your childhood and family were like.

“Ecuador. Or El Salvador, maybe. I’m not actually sure the exact location because my parents were never really too sure. I was adopted, I think I was one, maybe two, so I don’t have any memory from it, and whatever I knew I couldn’t really talk to tell. I could be Cuban for all I know, but culturally I’d call myself Mexican. And ignorantly I will brag that I’m a New Yorker. From what I do know, I was smuggled into the country, the working theory is that my mother was probably young, single,maybe even a drug mule or probably just trying to get into the country illegally.  Whatever the story was, I’ll never really know, but I made my peace with that. I was in the system for a short while before my foster parents took me it. They were Mexican. Uh, I guess it was hard for me? They were strangers, everyone was strangers…I mean I was being shuffled around from the cops or whatever who found me to the foster care people and social workers, so it was probably really overwhelming for a toddler. Least that’s what my parents say. They say I cried and they used to have to stay with me all night till I fell asleep for the first couple of weeks. I think when I got comfortable with them is when they decided that they had to adopt me and couldn’t let me go back into the system to be shuffled around. They were good people.”

III. Well, they say our upbringing molds who we become. I’m sure that you got your reputation for being motivated, creative ,frugal; antagonistic,self-centered, distant from that.

“ My ‘reputation’ has seen a lot worse things. I think I’ve been called every name in the book in an effort to change me or bring me down to whatever level people want me on so they can control me. I am who I am, you know? Well all have our good habits and bad but I’m not hurting anybody being who I am.”

IV. And what about that lead you to your current career? How did that impact you enough to want to do what you do now?

“What lead me– Uh, I don’t really know where it started.  I think maybe I’d watch a lot of movies as a kid, probably watch the same ones over a few times. That was back when tapes were still a thing and we didn’t have a ton of money to be buying new ones all the time, plus I was a really shy, anti-social kid so I didn’t really go outside a lot and play with other kids. I clung to my mom a lot, but she was working too, so I think for her putting  movie was a way to get me to sit and stay still for a while. I just remember being amazed by it all; how people got into that box, how I could rewind and make them do whatever I wanted over and over again. Course back then I didn’t know there was a job that meant you could tell people what to do and say, but I think… I think it gave me a sense of control when I had none in my life, and I liked that a lot.”

V. That’s awesome. I’m sure our readers will love to hear that. So you knew you had a calling, what came next? How did you get yourself to Hollywood? What was your first job?

“What came next? Siblings.  I never really questioned it before, but when my father got a promotion and they decided to adopt another kid, I realized where I came from.  It kinda made me sad, realizing I wasn’t biologically theirs and that now I’d have to share the attention. I mean, they were doing a good thing, giving more kids like me a good home, but I mean I was a kid and I was selfish about it. I think it was when I started to love movies even more cause to help me cope with sharing, my parents kinda let me have whatever movie I wanted, and when I picked the gory, more uh, mature films it meant that my younger siblings couldn't’ watch, so I got time alone. It was watching more and more movies that made me want to be a director, I just had no idea how. After some research I realized there was no way I could afford film school, but I really wanted it, so I decided to work and make money to save up. So I mean, technically my first jobs was mowing lawns. It wasn’t in Hollywood, but it paid. I mean at that point I knew I had a lot of saving to do, so I did everything.  I cleaned basements and attics, I moved shit around,I flipped burgers, and save for trying to give a little something to my folks to pitch in, I saved every penny until I got to film school. I was the oldest in my class cause I was set back a couple years but I graduated, so that’s all that mattered. But to answer your question properly, my first directing job was a local commercial.  It was terrible, I still laugh thinking about it today, but it was my first gig and it paid and it was those little things that when paired with a shitty office job that funded my ticket to Hollywood.”

VI. Of course, but we all know there’s a sea of faces out here trying to get famous as well, right? It must have been hard, the first few rejections or being told something wasn’t good enough. What was the most difficult thing you faced on your journey?

"Luck and a lotta patience. Directing isn’t like acting,you know? There isn’t an audition where you go in and they like your face and your body or you read well so they take a chance on you. There’s a plethora, a cornucopia or directors out there with tons of hits and credits tot heir name that make studios wanna go for them when they are searching for a person to make a hit. I mean, studios don't care about good cinema, they care about money, and taking risks isn’t profitable.I had to build a steady portfolio of my work that  wasn’t for everybody, but the shit I did to just make money, people loved while I hated it. I just put myself out there, you know? Making sure my name was in the hat and that if they pulled my name there was so family-friendly things to see so it wasn’t all my Rob Zombie-esque gore porn that people used to slam me for.  That was what was hard– not doing what I really wanted to do so that I could get a gig directing one episode of a tv show.”

VII. So then what was the moment that you realized you made it? Or are you still waiting for that moment?

“Mmm, I gotta say it wasn’t too long ago. I mean made it makes you think of big picture deals and yachts and award shows and that was never what I wanted. I was a working class kid from a city that had tons of people who wanted to strike it rich – my mind couldn’t even fathom expensive suits and fancy cars and all that. I just wanted to make movies. To me I made it when a studio was finally willing to give me money to make something that would scare the pants off people.  I mean I was well into my thirties and while I’d done my own self-financed indie flicks they weren’t the quality that I wanted and nobody was gonna see them without people promoting it, and I had already put half my bank account into making it. It felt nice to be able to make a movie on a big set with a whole crew and all that and when the movie did well? I dream near lost my mind. That was making it for me and I didn’t know at the time but I’d get to have that feeling over and over every time I got a call saying they wanted me and I got to read those reviews saying how good it was. It was the best feeling in the world and now I can put out a movie and people will go see it just cause my name’s on it? Come on,if that isn’t making it I don't know what is.”(5 - The A-List)

VIII. It’s amazing when you make it far enough in this town when so many people end up giving up and going home, isn’t it? So now that you’re here, what’s next for you?

“What’s next is a series of interconnecting films. That’s my new dream. An Andre-Castillo cinematic universe. I wanna make something dark and scary and deep and meaningful all at the same time. Something with as much hype as Annabelle and that whole thing but not with a cheap circle jerk of jumpscares. Something that well be thought provoking and Iconic as The Shining and as Iconic as Star Wars was to set the groundwork for Lucas Films. I just gotta find the right topic so there’s something to put all that studio money behind.”

IX.  Now we know it’s personal but we have to ask,  do you have any comment about the rumors going around about you?

“This is old news, isn’t it? If you’re talking about that actress who had a problem with the way I work, the whole thing was blown way outta proportion if you ask me.I direct in a way that gets the best out of an actor and she was somebody’s girlfriend or side piece that I was forced to let in there even though she had zero talent. When I pushed for more she couldn’t handle it like a real actress could and started talking about all that emotional distress and whatever just so she could get her name in the papers. I didn’t ‘have a thing’ for her and I never put my hands on her.If she’s got a problem with a director directing her then she shouldn’t be an actress.”

X. Thank you so much for talking to us today. Lastly, is there anything you want our readers to know about you?

“About me? I like putting potato chips in my ice cream. Vanilla ice cream, that is. But hell I put peanut butter in rocky road so I guess I just like adding shit to my ice cream in general. I don’t eat like normal people;I like making it my own. I also love camping. Roughing it really clears my head and gives me inspiration.”

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I try, but you see, it’s hard to explain

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Oscar Isaac in Life Itself (2018)

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Mama (Canada - Spain, 2013)

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maestrocillian‌: 

Cillian didn’t like most people in Hollywood, but he could respect a rare few. …The jury was still out on Andre. One thing could be said for him — he didn’t get in Cillian’s way. Most directors weren’t content to provide a vision for their soundtrack, they had to micromanage each step. Andre didn’t try to do Cillian’s job. But he sure as hell made himself a nuisance in other ways, barging into rooms unannounced, all sound and fury. Cillian hated that. When it was done by people other than himself.

The composer made no attempt to look busy as Andre announced himself with the latest tirade. Cillian couldn’t summon any sympathy; as far as he was concerned, this was just another trashy horror flick in the director’s long series of trashy horror flicks. Wasn’t exactly his genre, but this guy happened to be paying the bills. Kicking back, Cillian smirked. “Not tonight, pal. I’ve got to say, you’ve really killed the mood.” He gestured to a notebook lying by the piano, open to a blank first page. “I watched some of your footage. It’s irredeemable. Perhaps if you blast the Can-can for the two hour duration, someone will call it avante-garde.”

Among a sting of sassy comments, Andre got his answer, even thought it wasn't the one he wanted. Nobody liked deadlines, but since they were both on the studio's time an money, they had to abide by them. Suits coming down on him for the extra money meant he had to d othe same to the staff below him, and Andre couldn't help but feel like CIllian took his own sweet ass time just to make sure Andre was extra stressed and possibly owing the studio. " You know, I wanna be here as much as you want me here but I have these fuckers riding my ass and frankly,  I'm not into that and they don't lube up before they fuck me.  You not being in the mood is really cute, but it doesn't get the job done and finding someone else to do your job this late in the game is a pain in the ass but if you can't get it done I have to find someone who will. Just remember that."

Andre paused, gulping coffee at the risk of his tongue being scalded." Oh I'm sorry, are you a critic now? Is that why you can't wave your little magic wand around and get me a soundtrack? Is it that hard to have a few violins make spooky sounds to aid a jumpscare?."He paused again to take another sip."And I'm sorry, but how many films have you directed? When you do, lemme know your thoughts on my movies then, but til then cause you spare me the sassy bitch 101 they taught you at Julliard for assholes and give me some kind of progress report so I can give it to the studio? You ever see an old white guy pissed off when he can't go golf with his friends? It's like me but worse and not as devastatingly handsome and with more age spots. And jealousy over anyone with a full head of hair. And a possible strange growth that’s making sitting uncomfortable for them that they should really listen to their wife and see a doctor about."

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travclarke‌: 

It’s a shame comfort came in the form of a man who was as grumpy and jaded as he was. That Travis found solace in the fact that he didn’t have slap a smile on his face and ‘play the game’ like he was supposed to. His publicist wasn’t around, the suits nowhere in sight to poke at him so, despite the lingering doom that was coming in the next couple hours, Travis could be himself. Or whatever version that he was supposed to be. “You’ve been around for how long? At this point, you ain’t got no one but yourself to blame for thinking this wasteland is pumping anything but generic garbage.” A shit eating grin then spreads across his face, waiting a moment before continuing. “—-both on the screen and behind it.” Patting the man on the back, Travis let out a warm chuckle. “I’m not doctor, but I’ve been told a little – actually, a lot of booze can fix both of those issues.” Hands slipping into the pocket of his jacket, he began to wander off the set and in the direction of anywhere but here that contained hard liquor. “Been sick of it but I’m a masochist who keeps coming back and they pay my bills cause they know my ass isn’t going anywhere. It’s a trap and I keep falling for it.” 

There was a pause as Travis reminded him of his choices, poor as they may have been." Touche." He shrugged after a beat. "But sucking corporate  cock gave my mother a house and put three of my siblings through college and allowed my parents to foster more kids and keep them off the streets. I'm saying all this because my mother tells me this whenever I complain like it's supposed to make be feel better and keep bending over for corporate and because part of me think is if I keep saying it I'll delude myself into believing it."  Andre shrugged again. His sense of humor was morbid and not for everyone, but it was a stress reliever and a way of coping  with the rules of the film industry that, as he was  often told were ' put in place to let people know what they're getting into and distinguish film for some weird form of pornography'. He scoffed at the notion. "Where'd you here that? Web MD? Well that's great news either way, since the drugs they give people for shit are poison anyway. Maybe doctors will start writing out scripts for Jack Daniels and Vodka and people can stop saying 'you have a problem, Jerry' and start blaming doctors. Hey , when your liver gets fucked up you go back to the doctor and they make more money, too. It's win-win." Andre all but snorted as they cleared a gate. Then he paused. His eyes landed on a golf cart and though it wasn't his, the main gate was far from where they were. "I'm gonna steal that fucking golf cart. Get in."

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artiebhatt‌: 

The meeting could have been an email; hell, the meeting could have excluded Artie completely, and it wouldn’t have made a difference. He cursed himself for letting the word “mandatory” scare him into going when he could have skipped it without consequence. Now he was stuck in a room of people who didn’t bother to know his name, fighting to focus, quickly finding that his leg bounce had reached its limit of usefulness. This left him twisting the end of his mustache with the pads of his fingers to alleviate the anxiety that coursed through his system. He needed to be moving, creating, but as always he found himself lacking the grace and patience it took to sit down and shut up. He needed some fresh air, a smoke; fuck it, he needed a joint. 

“Yes, genius.” He finally said, standing with manufactured confidence, still unsure of exactly what he was agreeing with. When not a single pair of eyes shot his way Artie took advantage of his social camouflage to make his exit. The weight in his chest lifted the farther he walked away from the boardroom, and as soon as the LA smog outside hit his lungs his hand was digging for his cigarettes in his front shirt pocket. “Next meeting I’m forced to attend, I’m putting squibs on my chest.” The rant came out as he tapped the bottom of the pack before pulling one out, rolling the filter between his fingers, as his stooped frame paced back and forth. It wasn’t until his fourth puff that he noticed the unfamiliar eyes on his erratic display. “Um, always have an escape plan… Right?”

He just wanted to make films and the studio just wanted to make money. Since the two things needed each other, you would think they could get along, but as the suits pushed him to drop a few swear words from the script and go easy on the nudity so keep a PG-13 rating,  Andre found himself declaring the argument of the film needing to be more family friendly bullshit before storming out. Just the very idea of making everything safe for kids to watch made his blood boil, ranting his way down the corridor that nothing was meant to be for adults anymore as he shoved double doors wide open and stomping further outward. He only stopped when he saw another man, much like himself, talking to himself. Naturally the thought flashed in his mind that said man could be crazy, but as soon as he realized the same could be said of him, he dropped his rash judgment.

"Does strangling a member of the board count as an escape plan?" He joked...sort of.  After a pause, which was mostly him eyeing the kid's accessories, Andre spoke again. " Mind if I bum on of those?" He asked without shame. He was really more casual smoker, his vice black coffee and a bitterness to match, but when he couldn't get his hands on it, he'd take a secondary addiction in it's place. "I'd go get my own but I'm already trying to avoid social interaction and going to the store means social interaction and walking and if I have to work that hard I'm just gonna end up yelling at a gas station clerk again and all that walking and yelling will empty my lungs  and render the trip fucking useless."

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closed starter for @maestrocillian​

With each successful film he made, Andre became more and more in demand which meant the work got harder and the hours got longer. He loved making movies, but hated when his contract with a studio turned making a piece of art into a commercial cash grab that he was basically forced to direct. Like producers, he flipped through scripts looking for a gem he wanted to be a part of, still hoping to find something he could be proud of even though his next project was basically a joke on celluloid. Still, he was determined to make it a hit if only for the sake of his reputation, and that meant calling in one of the best music producers he knew of. Cillian Bristow had a long history of being a talented asshole with a temper and ego that rivaled his own, and while it made for a difficult work environment, Andre knew that the final product would have been something great. o long as they didn’t kill each other.

Walking into the room with coffee as an olive branch, Andre grumbled under his breath as having just gotten off of the phone had him already in a bad mood before the day even really started. “I make one of the scariest most talked about films of the decade, give a whole new generation of kids nightmares from the same bastard that haunted my dreams when I was younger, but I can’t go online without reading about how badly people wanna fuck the clown. Please tell me you didn’t spend all night waving your little stick around but have nothing to show for it. I’m sure you’re exes are fine with that but I need a score for this polished up turd I have to release with my name on it.”

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amanidelaney‌: 

Amani’s eyebrows rose as the man began to speak. Though, really it sounded more like a rant. He wasn’t familiar, in any way and she wondered, worriedly if she should be calling security. It may have just been a rant about coffee but still. 

“I wasn’t trying to be condescending,” Amani cut in. “I was just asking because I don’t recognise you. But, hey,” she shrugged, still smirking wearily at the man. “Congrats on being able to go wherever you want,” she drawled, rolling her eyes slightly. She wasn’t particularly  combative or sarcastic but clearly the man wouldn’t respond to anything else. 

She scoffed then, as he offered her money to go get him coffee like some little errand girl. A hand settled on her hip as she shook her head. “Maybe if you weren’t on somebody else’s set, you’d know where the good coffee is,” Amani told him, turning away. Clearly she should be finding security; whoever the man was, he seemed crazy. 

“Oh. And I was joking about it being vegan coffee. Ya might’ve realised that if you didn’t have ya head up your ass,” she snapped back at him. 

Shaking his head, he was too exhausted to be pleasant-- not that he ever really was -- and too annoyed to deal with a smart mouth girl.” You didn’t recognize me Aww, well maybe if your head wasn’t up your ass you would. Or were you too busy making shitty coffee or getting distracted by something shiny.” He hissed, annoyance obvious in his tone as he rubbed his weary red eyes. “ These people... You know it used to be that people were hired because the were competent and hard work. Sure some perverts hire girls cause they’re pretty but nowadays people just bring their girlfriends to set and they think they run the place because they got a job without any real skill. Guess we know what category you fall into.’

Her comments further got under his skin, Andre turning sharply to face her as he narrowed his eyes. “I’m sorry, are you the director here? Am I making noise on your set that you have any right to be so pissed off? Because last time I checked that was the job of a person who actually does work around her. The actual director is doing his job, making money and working on studio time, not sitting around on set being a smart ass to people. My last film made this company almost five hundred million dollars and you can’t even make a decent cup of coffee, so who the hell are you to tell me where I should or shouldn’t be? Nobody, that’s who the hell who.But it’s good to know that your sense of humor and your personality are both dry.”

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amanidelaney‌: 

Amani was still in costume, the cast taking a quick break while the crew set up to film the next scene. She was getting hungry and wandered over to the catering tables, intent on getting a quick healthy snack, nothing too heavy before she had to be back in front of a camera. 

Her brow furrowed the slightest bit as she noticed the man towards the other end of the table, as she nabbed an apple from the pile. He didn’t look familiar and she wondered if he was new to the crew. Amani’s eyes widened then, at the man’s unexpected tirade and pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh as she took a few steps over towards him. 

“I think that’s the vegan coffee,” Amani decided to inform him, smirking a little at the older man. She gestured towards the boiler next to the one he’d used. “That’s the ‘real coffee’. Or whatever you called it,” she told him, amusement clear in her  voice. Head tilted, she looked him over once again. “Are you meant to be here?” she asked curiously. 

His annoyance was at an all time high fora number of reason, though being grouchy wasn’t new to his shortlist of emotions. Still, Andre just wanted coffee and silence, neither of which he seemed to get when a woman approached him, the words coming from her making his eye twitch. “: Wha-what? What the fuck is vegan coffee? It i-it’s beans and water! And water isn’t even vegan, fish shit in it! Fish eat other fish and other living organisms and then they shit in the water and we drink it. Coffee and Sugar are both plants, it’s the most vegan fucking thing out there.  You’re literally telling me bullshit right now. ” Andre hissed as he threw the cup and it’s contents in the trash.

He didn’t want to have to venture further for his fix,but he didn’t feel like whatever prank coffee was in the container she pointed to was going to suit his needs. Taking a deep breath, Andre looked down, defeated for a moment but not dwelling as his head snapped back up at the woman’s comment. ” Don’t do that. Don’t question me like I’m some little intern wandering around looking for free stale donuts. I’d had a tough morning and I’m not in the mood. I can be wherever the hell I want to be.” He grumbled. Maybe she was new on staff and had no idea who he was-- it happened, -- but Andre was in no mood for someone doing their job too hard. Even if it wasn’t his set, he made the studio enough money that he could go where he wanted and blow whomever dared to question it out of the water.

“Vegan coffee” He echoed in a scoffed as he grabbed a napkin and wiped drops from his beard.”I hate this place. I hate this place and it’’s ’let’s go hiking at Runyon every day’ and it’s vitamin water and it’s hot yoga and it’s fucking vegan coffee... Is anyone who knows anyone who deals with food around here actually doing there job? You, what do you do? I don’t care, I will give you five hundred dollars right now if you get me coffee that isn’t joke coffee. I will give anyone five hundred dollars cash out of my own pocket if you can put decent coffee in my hand.”

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travclarke‌: 

Travis had a love hate (mostly hate) relationship with Hollywood. Raised up in the industry as a child turned adult actor, it was all he knew but it didn’t mean he liked the politics and the bullshit that came along with it. Moving from in front of to behind the camera made the work he was doing tolerable but it barely quelled the irritation that usually emanated around him. Especially when he had to head to Vanguard to meet with the suits, with his latest project in post-production the latest cut was being reviewed and he was dreading the lengthy notes that would tell Travis what he could not do with the film. Needing to get his mind off of the inevitable meeting in a few hours, he was walking around the vast lost in search of some sort of distraction. Lucky, or unluckily depending on who you asked, enough he ran into Andre who was almost as cranky as he was. “That’s what you get for trying to mooch coffee off of a Sharknado 15 set.” Travis called out before looking down at the watch that adorned his wrist. “Plus, it’s after twelve, which means we can drink something much harder than coffee.”

While he was talking more at people than to them, Andre didn’t really expect anyone to respond to the crazy ranting man. One did, however, and the somewhat familiar face gave Andre a slight hint of relief that he wasn’t going to have to deal with a crying intern for his yelling. “You mean shitnado? Cause I’m pretty sure that’s what in this coffee. Actually, no,I’m sure even shit would taste better. It’s like that scene out of Austin Powers only I’m not gonna keep drinking this shit.” Andre grumbled as he chucked the cup in the bin and the end of the table. “I’m not asking for something specially trained pigs can find o-or something a rare monkey in Madagascar has to eat and shit out first, but how can you serve this to people? Actual fucking human beings...?” Andrew sighed. He was pretty sure he reached his ’shit’ quota for the day in that one moment and knew for sure it was his lack of sleep and now coffee making him go off,  and while he didn’t ever really intend to take it out on people,he needed some sort of chemical vice to wind him down, which Travis was offering. “Sure, I mean I’m already a middle aged man half a mi-life crisis away from buying a car to get women to talk tome and probably suffering for a probable mood disorder, so why not add booze to the mix and become an alcoholic?” He joked without a laugh, only a smile cracked as he moved towards the door, on the way seeing a girl bringing in a refill for the coffee and scowling at her.”That is garbage -- just throw it on a house fire where it would be put to better use.” He crumbled before walking away, turning his attention on Travis. “ You as sick of this place as I am?

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Mama Directed by Andy Muschietti (2013)

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He was tired, but that wasn’t anything new. Andre lived his entire life on four to five hours of sleep at most, at least five cups a coffee a day, and yelling at people to release the crankiness from lack of sleep. It was the reason why he was on a set that wasn’t his, hovering at the catering tables after his meeting with an executive trying to gather his shit together before heading right into another meeting. He would need the coffee to stay awake and not lose it when the suits made their demands, and he wasn't a stranger to set crashing either way. Finally his eyes landed on coffee and softened, Andre wetting his lips as he grabbed a paper cup and fulled it with the steaming brew, taking it to his lips with a heavy sigh of relief before spitting it right back in his cup. “What the fuck is that?  Hippie brand organic locally grown fair trade horse shit? Are you telling me this studio has billions of dollars in their account and they can’t splurge on decent coffee? God... It tastes like gasoline and piss and sadness... Just holding it is making me depressed. Where the fuck is the real coffee?”

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Folk singer with a cat…