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Exile Circus

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And the Strange and Disturbing Worlds
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Carlton Kenneth Holder

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Home?

Hmm, strange word. Even stranger concept.

Bela Lugosi's immortal monologue in director Ed Wood's forgettable B movie BRIDE OF THE MONSTER just about sums up my feelings on the subject: “Home? I have no home. Hunted, despised, living like an animal. The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master. I will perfect my own race of people. A race of atomic supermen, who will conquer the world.” Cue diabolical laughter.

 

Yup, that's me.

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Ed Wood wrote that speech as an allegory for a Hollywood that had used Bela Lugosi up and discarded him like garbage when he became addicted to drugs. That's why in a largely forgettable B movie, that monologue was so unforgettable. It resonated. Lugosi had lived it. In Tim Burton's movie ED WOOD, the late actor Martin Landau, as Bela Lugosi, owned that monologue. Weeks before the Academy Awards, at a private party at the House Of Blues on Sunset in Hollywood, a friend of mine - Cassandra Gava, who played the Wolf Witch in CONAN THE BARBARIAN (yes, I know some interesting people) - brought Landau. I told Martin Landau he was going to win the Best Supporting Actor Oscar. His response, "Why, thank you, young man." A few weeks later, he did win the Oscar for his portrayal of Lugosi's life and pain. 

 

I understand Bela Lugosi's pain. 

Fed up with Hollywood and all the people there who ruined my scripts, ripped me off, and wrote me off, I packed a suitcase and a backpack and left with two intentions: One: to create on my terms, my way. Two: to travel the world.

Have laptop, will travel.

I was, however, waylaid by the pandemic (like much of the world); shipwrecked in Vegas. During that time, I produced and directed two short films and built up my online business writing synopses, film treatments, TV bibles, scripts, comic book scripts, etc. The day the first country in Europe opened back up, I was on a plane to Spain.

 

Vagabond, nomad, drifter, exile. That's also me.
 

The funny thing is, once you have no home, the whole world becomes your home.


My plan was simple: make films, write books, keep moving.

Welcome to the outlet for my dreams and nightmares.

Welcome to
Exile Circus

Kick off your shoes. Stay awhile.

In the worlds of Bluto Blutarsky in the movie ANIMAL HOUSE, “Don’t cost nuthin.”

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