SO I BASHED THE SHIT OUT OF THAT KID! I FUCKING KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, AND I FUCKING ENJOYED IT.
Favorite Off Screen Friendships - Jack O’Connell & Kaya Scodelario
Spring of 1987, California.
It was spring of ‘87, we were a group young kids circling the States, looking for our own little piece of heaven. It was the road, man. The road and us in that giant tour bus we’d rented for the entire six months we were supposed to play at different venues. We were gonna be the greatest band in the world of 80’s Rock, we just knew it. Everywhere we went, it was the screams of girls and bare tits all over us, it was the seal of approval of jealousy in the dudes’ faces whenever we walked past them. We weren’t that huge yet, mostly our family were the ones who bought our records, but we were climbing the ladder, man. We really were.
After a few hours, though, we managed to find something—a town surrounded by gates that gave the title “Stairway To Heaven” a whole new meaning. A gated community that, despite the name, we didn’t really think would have much to offer us. But we had no other choice. Our gas was almost empty—it was a miracle we were still moving—our food consisted of a bag of chips and a can of peanuts ‘cause all the beer was already drank and, honestly, we were so tired of the small fucking spaces we all just wished for our beds back in good old Seattle. We didn’t feel like coming in, but truth was we wanted to take a break, if only for a few days. It was the last day of the tour, right? We could totally take a short vacation. What was the worst thing that could ever happen?
Nobody cares about Saint’s Cradle. The townsfolk are brainwashed into believing in a God that seems too absent at this moment in time, they think praying to him will save them from the terrors that are to come—it won’t change a goddamn thing. The town is forsaken, these people can’t escape. The priest is a schizophrenic maniac who believes the voices in his head are Angels telling him God’s Will to kill any person who seems suspicious enough to be as wicked as the Devil himself.
Would you rather kill or be killed? Choose wisely, I’m afraid there’s no easy way out of this hell.