"I mean there are hundreds of thousands of movie makers out there all doing it themselves with an HD camera hoping to find an audience, but Jen and Sylvia had their destiny waiting for them all along."
There are people that come into your life that you have an instant bond with. Riddle me this, boys and grrls, what do Elizabeth Bathory, Gene Simmons, Bela Lugosi, Steve Mezo, and your friendly neighborhood Twisted Twins all have in common? Aside from a taste for the darker things in life? Hungarian blood runs through our veins. Well, in Countess Bathory's case, Hungarian blood ran through her veins, through her wicked lips, and all over her bathed body.
We had the esteemed pleasure of meeting one Steve Mezo aka Tattooed Steve through a dear friend, Scott Ruth from Celluloid Creatures and Ghouls of Plan 9. We became fast friends, bonding over our mutual homeland. There aren't very many of us lurking these days, we find, and a true Hungarian is charismatic and charming as fuck. You can't resist. It would be futile.
Steve was kind enough to write a piece on this Twisted Twosome. It's been a long journey (I'm talking Lord of the Rings destroy the one ring in the depths of Mordor kind of long) from DEAD HOOKER IN A TRUNK to AMERICAN MARY and Steve has been with us throughout it. We are absolutely dying to share the film with him and especially everyone who has been with us since DHIAT.
Another charming Hungarian fact? What you call arguing/screaming at one another we call "healthy discussion". Do we ever disagree? Given that we work together, live together, and spend every waking moment usually in the company of one another? Fuck, yes. But that's just what you get when two people are both simultaneously all of the time. We do go Thor/Loki and Kitana/Mileena on one another. Usually minus the blood shed.
Check out the FULL ARTICLE right here at TATTOOED STEVE'S STORAGE UNIT OF TERROR!
A very special thank you to Steve, our fellow countryman, for the continued kindness and support!!
Fatally Yours!
Jen and Sylv
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Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Teenage Dreams (Twin Mortal Kombat)
Growing up, Jen and I always had an interest in performance and entertainment. When we had the opportunity to take acting and directing classes, it was on. We would take classes and finish all the work in advance so we could just go to the theater and take over the class. I remember certain teachers seeing this in us, and being really supportive. Today, I remember Mr. Gregory Hockley - our law teacher.

I think he knew we would go into film making before we even did. There were times that we thought about other occupations - arachnologist, lawyer, etc. - but the arts was always where our passions laid.
One day, Mr. Hockley took us aside and told us that he wanted to teach the class about witnessing a crime and how perceptions can incorrect during hectic times. He asked us if we would fake a fight, start bickering in class, then going to a make-believe assembly (yup, the scheme went to the higher ups - even the vice principal was involved), then at the assembly we would scrap. Jen was to initiate the faked fight. It was amazing. We were honored to have been picked.

So, next class, we come in and start bitching under our breath at each other. Some students took notice, but siblings argue sometimes and it happens. We got called to the assembly and walked with the class. Our bitching had gotten louder and a couple friends tried to help the situation, we started falling behind to the end of the line. Once we took our place in the bleachers, it was on. I scream at Jen for being such a 'bitch' (lol) and she whacks me good. We engage in Mortal Twin Kombat.

The vice principal, Mr. Molenski, pulls Jen off me. She retorts with a 'get the fuck off me' - and because it was all part of the role, she got to cuss freely - it was fucking spectacular. The class had lost their mind. It was a strange piece of insanity that they had just witnessed. Jen and I were 'taken to the principal's office'. The class was taken back and asked to write a detailed report of what they saw happen, so they had a witness account. After they finished, they were told that they had been tricked into learning and the entire thing had been staged. We were with Mr. Molenski in the hall. He was such a cool guy. It was one of those moments were you start to see adults as cool people, everyone was in on the gag and we were pleased at how well it paid off.
Wherever you are, Mr. Hockley, I hope that you are doing well. You were a fucking hip teacher and I will never forget what a rad class my LAW12 was. Thank you for letting Jen and me be a part of that tom foolery, who knew we would grow up and do this for a living. Actually, maybe you did.
~Sylv
I think he knew we would go into film making before we even did. There were times that we thought about other occupations - arachnologist, lawyer, etc. - but the arts was always where our passions laid.
One day, Mr. Hockley took us aside and told us that he wanted to teach the class about witnessing a crime and how perceptions can incorrect during hectic times. He asked us if we would fake a fight, start bickering in class, then going to a make-believe assembly (yup, the scheme went to the higher ups - even the vice principal was involved), then at the assembly we would scrap. Jen was to initiate the faked fight. It was amazing. We were honored to have been picked.
So, next class, we come in and start bitching under our breath at each other. Some students took notice, but siblings argue sometimes and it happens. We got called to the assembly and walked with the class. Our bitching had gotten louder and a couple friends tried to help the situation, we started falling behind to the end of the line. Once we took our place in the bleachers, it was on. I scream at Jen for being such a 'bitch' (lol) and she whacks me good. We engage in Mortal Twin Kombat.
The vice principal, Mr. Molenski, pulls Jen off me. She retorts with a 'get the fuck off me' - and because it was all part of the role, she got to cuss freely - it was fucking spectacular. The class had lost their mind. It was a strange piece of insanity that they had just witnessed. Jen and I were 'taken to the principal's office'. The class was taken back and asked to write a detailed report of what they saw happen, so they had a witness account. After they finished, they were told that they had been tricked into learning and the entire thing had been staged. We were with Mr. Molenski in the hall. He was such a cool guy. It was one of those moments were you start to see adults as cool people, everyone was in on the gag and we were pleased at how well it paid off.
Wherever you are, Mr. Hockley, I hope that you are doing well. You were a fucking hip teacher and I will never forget what a rad class my LAW12 was. Thank you for letting Jen and me be a part of that tom foolery, who knew we would grow up and do this for a living. Actually, maybe you did.
~Sylv
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