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booraven22 and morriganwind regarding Cadmus Pariah and how perfect Billy Zane would be to play the role in a movie. Of course, I agree that he would be an excellent candidate, I was the one who made the observation. What I can't wrap my mind around is how these two otherwise sane (as far as I know) ladies went on to drool over not only Mr. Zane, but Cadmus as well. I thought to myself, "Do they want to die? Do these females who've encountered Cadmus on the page and have a similar reaction all have a desire to be vivisected, bled out, and massacred without a thought for their inherent holiness? Do they not realise that he's a monster?
And then it dawns on me that Cadmus, even though an unequivocal product of his father's very existence, is my child. Every perversion, every profanity, every act of sadism, every manipulation came slithering out of my brain and onto paper or into Word. When he whispers to his victims, it's me whispering. When he rends the flesh of his father, it's me holding the knife. When he holds Faust hostage (a story yet to written down) and visits such delicious suffering upon the young vampire for the duration of the Summer of Sam, it's me devising the next torture session, all for the Blood.
I realised something the other day, thanks to Clive Barker. I was about halfway through Mister B. Gone when I read this passage:
That makes me wonder ----- the idea of me telling you makes me wonder. What do I sound like in your head? Did you give me the voice of somebody you've always hated, or someone you love?
Oh wait, do I sound like you? No, do I? That would be weird, that would be so weird. it'd be like I didn't really exist, except in your head.
I'd never thought about it before, but every villain I ever read, every creature of questionable alignment or dark seduction sounds like Cadmus. Someone who knows me only marginally well may read this and think, "Oh, she hears Barry in her head when reading certain characters." But that's not true. Cadmus is similar in some ways to B, but he doesn't sound like Barry.
(LOL! I just noticed that the demon in Clive Barker's is named what I most usually call B ~ another Shriek-Barker collaboration in the rotted truffle I call a brain. Have you noticed how black truffles look like brains? And we eat them. Could it be that we're devouring tree brains, that the object of our cravings makes those of us who can afford such delicacies arboreal neurovores? I'm drifting...)
I have Cadmus speaking in my head on a regular basis, yet it's me giving him the breath to do so. I'm a terrible person. I should be committed and decked in the best refinery a madhouse has to offer, the tightest straitjacket with the rustiest buckles, so the straps can't slip. But on to happier ponderings regarding this terrible creature that resides in my brainmeats.
Yes, Billy Zane could be a good candidate for Cadmus Pariah, should my book ever be made into a film (that is, assuming it ever bloody gets published, the prospects of which are looking bleak at best). But he's not the best choice for a few reasons: he's too big. Cadmus is on the small side. I actually pegged him as being smaller than B, but I found out that B was actually smaller than I thought. Imagine my horror. Barry could and should play Cadmus, regardless of age. Being a living Vampire, Cadmus does age, and can age at varying speeds depending on his hunger. If starved, the years can catch up with him, thus the reason for his being very keen on maintaining a high level of satiety. He doesn't have to be young or even middle-aged (like B). He could be elderly, although that wouldn't be ideal. Barry appears younger than he actually is (because he's a Vampire, I just know it), so it could work. Barring B taking the role of Cadmus, there are two other ideal people, one of whom is an American, so he'd have to work on not necessarily a British accent, but an indefinable European accent. That would be Ed Kowalczyk of Live fame. He fairly evokes the damned spirit of Cadmus in this video.
and, again, in this one:
Every move the man makes is like a word in some unspeakable poetry. Take Philly out of him and replace it with the embodiment of Europe, and we'd have Cadmus incarnate, I swear. If that didn't work, the next best person would be Tom Hardy. His work in bringing Shinzon to life in Star Trek: Nemesis is nothing short of miraculous. And, no, the irony of the movie's title isn't lost on me.
His voice and accent are pretty much perfect for the role of Cadmus. If I could combine Ed and Tom, I'd be a happy filmmaker, even though I'm far from ever being capable of making a decent film. I would have to trust my producers and director(s), and hope they wouldn't cast Tom Cruise in any role in The Chalice. If that happened, it would become public knowledge that I'm capable of the atrocities attributed to dear Cadmus in the book.
In the meantime, please somebody explain to me why you think Cadmus is attractive. Sure, he's attractive to the other characters in the novel, but I don't see how he could be anything but reprehensible to those of us in the "real world." I don't understand the motivation behind it. Enlighten me. I beg you.
booraven22 and morriganwind regarding Cadmus Pariah and how perfect Billy Zane would be to play the role in a movie. Of course, I agree that he would be an excellent candidate, I was the one who made the observation. What I can't wrap my mind around is how these two otherwise sane (as far as I know) ladies went on to drool over not only Mr. Zane, but Cadmus as well. I thought to myself, "Do they want to die? Do these females who've encountered Cadmus on the page and have a similar reaction all have a desire to be vivisected, bled out, and massacred without a thought for their inherent holiness? Do they not realise that he's a monster?And then it dawns on me that Cadmus, even though an unequivocal product of his father's very existence, is my child. Every perversion, every profanity, every act of sadism, every manipulation came slithering out of my brain and onto paper or into Word. When he whispers to his victims, it's me whispering. When he rends the flesh of his father, it's me holding the knife. When he holds Faust hostage (a story yet to written down) and visits such delicious suffering upon the young vampire for the duration of the Summer of Sam, it's me devising the next torture session, all for the Blood.
I realised something the other day, thanks to Clive Barker. I was about halfway through Mister B. Gone when I read this passage:
That makes me wonder ----- the idea of me telling you makes me wonder. What do I sound like in your head? Did you give me the voice of somebody you've always hated, or someone you love?
Oh wait, do I sound like you? No, do I? That would be weird, that would be so weird. it'd be like I didn't really exist, except in your head.
I'd never thought about it before, but every villain I ever read, every creature of questionable alignment or dark seduction sounds like Cadmus. Someone who knows me only marginally well may read this and think, "Oh, she hears Barry in her head when reading certain characters." But that's not true. Cadmus is similar in some ways to B, but he doesn't sound like Barry.
(LOL! I just noticed that the demon in Clive Barker's is named what I most usually call B ~ another Shriek-Barker collaboration in the rotted truffle I call a brain. Have you noticed how black truffles look like brains? And we eat them. Could it be that we're devouring tree brains, that the object of our cravings makes those of us who can afford such delicacies arboreal neurovores? I'm drifting...)
I have Cadmus speaking in my head on a regular basis, yet it's me giving him the breath to do so. I'm a terrible person. I should be committed and decked in the best refinery a madhouse has to offer, the tightest straitjacket with the rustiest buckles, so the straps can't slip. But on to happier ponderings regarding this terrible creature that resides in my brainmeats.
Yes, Billy Zane could be a good candidate for Cadmus Pariah, should my book ever be made into a film (that is, assuming it ever bloody gets published, the prospects of which are looking bleak at best). But he's not the best choice for a few reasons: he's too big. Cadmus is on the small side. I actually pegged him as being smaller than B, but I found out that B was actually smaller than I thought. Imagine my horror. Barry could and should play Cadmus, regardless of age. Being a living Vampire, Cadmus does age, and can age at varying speeds depending on his hunger. If starved, the years can catch up with him, thus the reason for his being very keen on maintaining a high level of satiety. He doesn't have to be young or even middle-aged (like B). He could be elderly, although that wouldn't be ideal. Barry appears younger than he actually is (because he's a Vampire, I just know it), so it could work. Barring B taking the role of Cadmus, there are two other ideal people, one of whom is an American, so he'd have to work on not necessarily a British accent, but an indefinable European accent. That would be Ed Kowalczyk of Live fame. He fairly evokes the damned spirit of Cadmus in this video.
and, again, in this one:
Every move the man makes is like a word in some unspeakable poetry. Take Philly out of him and replace it with the embodiment of Europe, and we'd have Cadmus incarnate, I swear. If that didn't work, the next best person would be Tom Hardy. His work in bringing Shinzon to life in Star Trek: Nemesis is nothing short of miraculous. And, no, the irony of the movie's title isn't lost on me.
His voice and accent are pretty much perfect for the role of Cadmus. If I could combine Ed and Tom, I'd be a happy filmmaker, even though I'm far from ever being capable of making a decent film. I would have to trust my producers and director(s), and hope they wouldn't cast Tom Cruise in any role in The Chalice. If that happened, it would become public knowledge that I'm capable of the atrocities attributed to dear Cadmus in the book.
In the meantime, please somebody explain to me why you think Cadmus is attractive. Sure, he's attractive to the other characters in the novel, but I don't see how he could be anything but reprehensible to those of us in the "real world." I don't understand the motivation behind it. Enlighten me. I beg you.
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