He was always a creepy kid. When he was twelve he locked a six-year-old neighbor boy into a trunk, sitting atop it and telling him to breathe slowly. Later, he started buying chemistry sets and Tesla coils, turning the basement into a Frankenstein lab. This led to bomb-making, which led to moviemaking, which led to film school. You know the rest of the story.
The thing is, though, you had to know him when he was young. Sometimes I’ll be sitting in one of his movies and it will come back to me. I’ll remember what he’d been like.
Creepy.
Ah, the story of Michael Bay. 🙂
More like Wes Craven
A portrait of the artist as a young man. Interesting. I looked up Michael Bay. Heard of his films but never heard of him. Seems the critics don’t like him but the public love him.
Good one!
You tell that tale well. It has a real narrative pull. Well done!
Glad to hear he turned out ok. You had me worried there…
Isn’t it interesting that we love horror and creepiness and being scared to death when it’s just entertainment? Maybe my mind is too literal, but the “scared to death” part stays with me for a very long time.
Nicely written.