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First thing’s first. Remember that movie I was in a while back?

No?

Really? You don’t remember all the pictures of me drenched head-to-toe in buckets of glistening fake blood and all the overloud proclamations of “Brian Walline: ACTOR!” and “Brian Walline: MOVIE MONSTER!” and Look at Me! Look at Me! Look at Me!?

Well then. In that case, you may want to refer to the posts of October 30th and December 21st, in which, well, see above…

I know, right? December? Seems like old news. And it is (I mean hells bells, filming happened last summer), but the special new-ness is that KIN creator, Matt Gelzer, packed up his little shop of horrors to Detroit, where he pitched the film at the MotorCity ComicCon, along with a bunch of cool swag designed by (ah yes, the point, now we get to it) Yours Truly.

If you’d like to get your hands on some of the merch, or if you want to get all widescreen home entertainment with a DVD, then by all means, hit up Mr. Gelzer over at Bachelor Productions. Spread the word, y’all!

To kick things back off, and in the spirit of Halloween, I thought I might post a photo. It was actually taken during the summer, but that should not detract from its very ghoulish theme, which, as it so happens, is… well, ghouls…

You see, one day, Matthew Gelzer woke up and thought, “Gee, I think I’d like to make a gory horror movie… Wouldn’t that be neat?” Other, equally jovial voices in Matt’s head agreed, as did starlet and producer, U-M film school grad Anna K. Jonsson. What happened next is called Blood Kin: Terror is Thicker than Water, which was written and directed by Gelzer, who also starred and is currently laboring away in post production. At some point I got a call asking if I could come out to the set for an evening and play one of the ghostly ghoul type things that serve –shockingly enough– as the undead antagonists. Despite a whopping hangover, I said I would be delighted. Little did I know that playing the part of a gurgling, grunting, violent zombo-ghoul would involve wearing a burlap sack over my head, being doused in a gallon of fake blood (principle constituents include corn syrup and non-dairy creamer…) and having dirt ground into my slimy red skin while I stumble around shambled and barefoot in the woods outside Hillsdale…

To be sure, clean up was hell, but filming was actually a blast. Mine was a fight scene. I got to hit people, make supernaturally yucky noises, and projectile-vomit ectoplasm all while choking the shit out of the director. Below is the photo, post-burlap headgear and well after my glistening dermis had begun to set and congeal into a dull and outrageously sticky mess.

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