Over at Bloody Disgusting there’s a very well written report of the reporter’s experience in Puerto Rico for “The Caller” premiere. It’s a really good read, one of the best of the bazillion that are available right now.

He interviewed Stephen Moyer, of course, and Ed Quinn, and those interviews will appear later on. But he wrote some interesting tidbits about his time with Steve, the conditions they were in at the hotel, and about getting wounded by a scared fellow reporter during the showing of “The Caller.” It’s well worth your time (especially as Aem and I are facing a stronger Irene in the next day!). Here are some highlights:

• After hearing the dressing options for his grilled tuna salad, Stephen Moyer easily zeroes in on his choice, “blood orange please.” This is probably about as close as I’ll get to Bon Temps in my lifetime, hearing Bill Compton order something with the word ‘blood’ in it. Only he doesn’t sound at all like Bill Compton, and he certainly doesn’t carry himself in the same tortured way. He’s much looser, much happier and much more English than that brooding oversexed vampire.

 

• Moyer, who plays love interest John Guidi in the film, has another reason to not be in his 11th floor room. It’s flooded (Ed Quinn’s room is flooded too, but for different reasons we’ll get to later – at this point he’s currently SURFING in the hurricane and is thus not around to explain himself). So instead he’s here with me, his publicist and three members of the film’s publicity team. Funnily enough, the mood could not be lighter. When approached by hotel staff who are offering to swap out his room he politely declines, “Nah I’m fine, could I just get a few towels please?” While he’s most likely exhausted, he doesn’t show it. Instead he’s cracking jokes, ordering drinks for the table (diet coke for him) and just generally shooting the breeze. He’s turned the hurricane into happy hour as we dig into the hotel’s dwindling supply of refrigerated food.

 

• Moyer and Quinn are seeing the film for the first time – as are many of the press – and I’m a bit nervous for everyone involved. But yet again, like everything on this trip and the making of the film, it turns out that something with all the recipes for a surefire disaster turns out to not be a disaster at all. The crowd seemed into it, with one journalist sinking her nails into my arm during the film’s climax and literally drawing blood. LITERALLY. In the van ride back to the hotel Casci asks for a picture of the wound, which he deemed the highest form of compliment.

 

• Once back at the hotel we happen upon a miracle – THE POWER IS BACK ON. We head down to the afterparty where Sergio Casci cuts a rug, Parkhill chats away and Moyer and Quinn are practically forced into the corner by party crashers with cameras. Everyone seems happy and relieved. The production of the film definitely fostered a sense of community that was rekindled, nearly two years after the film wrapped, by the intensity of the premiere. Everyone involved on ‘The Caller’ went through quite a bit of trouble to get the film made, but it seems none of them would take it back. Whether or not it’s for the movie or the experience, or a mixture of both.

Read the entire report, and you don’t wanna miss it, on Bloody Disgusting.

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