Uglifying herself for a sci-fi such as Hotel Artemis must seem fun compared to all that’s gone before. She even directed a movie with Mel Gibson and a beaver puppet. This history of bravery, often in the face of male predation, ought to make her an icon for the moment, yet she has been measured about the #MeToo movement and refused to speak out against Harvey Weinstein: “People don’t need another soundbite from me.” She has worked with Roman Polanski and Woody Allen. At the end of the shoot, she admitted to Anthony Hopkins that she was scared of him. Foster had no qualms about psychos and flayed corpses. Michelle Pfeiffer had turned down the part, finding the story too disturbing. Perhaps that’s her biggest fear.įoster’s other Oscar-winning character, Clarice Starling in The Silence of the Lambs, was a similar risk. “You have to take those risks or all you’re ever going to be is mediocre,” she said. Dozens of actors had turned the role down. In The Accused, she insisted on portraying her gang-rape survivor as a trashy good time girl rather than a model citizen, against the studio’s wishes. In her adult career, she has gone where other actors feared to tread, and yet the emotion we’re most accustomed to seeing on her face is fear. After all that, you could understand if Foster never acted again, or even left the house.īut Foster has always had a head for life’s strangeness. The 18-year-old Foster organised her own press conference, and performed in her college play six days later, not knowing there was a second stalker in the audience who planned to kill her (but changed his mind after deciding she was too pretty). Hinckley said he did it in Foster’s name, having developed an obsession with her via Taxi Driver. I went back onto my computer and laughed at memes.Ī/n I'm sorry I couldn't think of anything else to say on this chapter.Foster’s career-break student years at Yale weren’t exactly carefree either, thanks to her involuntary association with John Hinckley, the man who shot Ronald Reagan. So I'll keep you around for that." With that he left. "I won't kill you yet, you're the only one who was actually scared of me. "I'm going to leave now, go to sleep." My eyes widened and he chuckled. " This one I'll give credit to, it's slightly amusing." He commented and looked at me. I loved memes and was wondering why hasn't he killed me yet. "That's the thing, we're killers." I rolled my eyes and looked at memes with him. "Well there's a lot of fan fiction about you all so," They should be scared like you were not to long ago." Girls and guys shouldn't be getting off to me. "That's a nice Yo Mama joke." I commented and he shook his head. "Seriously look at this one." I rolled my eyes and looked at the screen. "What is this shit?!" He questioned aloud and I rolled my eyes, "it's what members of the fandom do with their lives." He turned to look at me, "then tell them to get a life." "That meme's a lie." He stated and pushed me out of my chair and started looking at all the memes there was about him. He laughed and his smile stretched tearing the scar tissue which allowed some blood to spill out. It wasn't the Oh my gawd it's Jeff scream but the Holy shit I'm going to die scream. "Don't kill yourself." Spoke a male voice and I spun around in my chair and came face to face with Jeff The Killer. I was laughing so hard that I hadn't noticed that I was suffocating myself. I kept scrolling and found one of Jeff The Killer, it was a comparison of Jeff to the girl from the Ring. "DEM KIDNEYS!" I yelled in a fit of laughter. I was just scrolling through memes online so far I was hooked to these Creepypasta memes.
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