Okay, so if America's a giant ass, then Kansas is the asshole. And if Kansas is the asshole, this little town called Emporia is the greasy shit-trickle running down the crack. And that's where I live.
This town's only--and I mean ONLY--claim to fame is that in the late eighties, a wretched TV miniseries called "Murder Ordained" was filmed here, based on the true story of a minister and his secretary who went Vorhees on their spouses and dumped their bodies off the bridge where I used to get drunk back in high school. Keith Carradine, JoBeth Williams, Kathy Bates and John Goodman do their damndest to not look embarrassed for being in this flick, and that's about it.
Well, I just found out that the house I'm moving into in three weeks was one of the houses the filmmakers used during production--specifically, JoBeth Williams' house. And even though the movie sucks yeasty goatcheese, this is still pretty cool.
I'll eat lunch in JoBeth Williams' kitchen. I'll use the same bathtub where she had an awkward and poorly-filmed sex scene. I'll make my roommate mow the lawn that she walked across. I'll crap in the same toilet that some of the production assistants probably dumped in once upon a time.
I'm a star, baby. A big, beautiful, shining star.
Share your tenuous and barely-interesting Hollywood connections here, fellow starfuckers!
This town's only--and I mean ONLY--claim to fame is that in the late eighties, a wretched TV miniseries called "Murder Ordained" was filmed here, based on the true story of a minister and his secretary who went Vorhees on their spouses and dumped their bodies off the bridge where I used to get drunk back in high school. Keith Carradine, JoBeth Williams, Kathy Bates and John Goodman do their damndest to not look embarrassed for being in this flick, and that's about it.
Well, I just found out that the house I'm moving into in three weeks was one of the houses the filmmakers used during production--specifically, JoBeth Williams' house. And even though the movie sucks yeasty goatcheese, this is still pretty cool.
I'll eat lunch in JoBeth Williams' kitchen. I'll use the same bathtub where she had an awkward and poorly-filmed sex scene. I'll make my roommate mow the lawn that she walked across. I'll crap in the same toilet that some of the production assistants probably dumped in once upon a time.
I'm a star, baby. A big, beautiful, shining star.
Share your tenuous and barely-interesting Hollywood connections here, fellow starfuckers!




