Having wrapped work on the Saving Hope pilot, Michael Shanks (Stargate’s Daniel Jackson) is westcoast-bound were he’ll begin work on The Pastor’s Wife opposite Rose McGowan. But before jetting off, I managed to corral him for a mini Stargate reunion of sorts last night.
We gathered at La Forchetta in Little Italy where we enjoyed a nice meal highlighted some tasty gnocchi, great smoked duck, and a tale of absolute bone-chilling terror compliments of Mr. Shanks. Oh, this one had it all – a red-eyed demon, a boy in a closet, an Indian burial ground, self-immolation, protective wards, cleansings, inter-dimensional travel – and was almost an hour in the telling. So engrossed was Michael in the based-on-a-true-story account that he didn’t get around to his agnolotti until well after the whole demonic portal revelation…
Candace, Andy Mikita’s wife, countered with a tale of her own involving a young girl left home alone, the spirit of a hunchbacked old man, a mysterious message, and a grisly farm accident.
Rob and I sat listening, rapt, trying to figure out how we could combine both tales into one glorious low-budget feature film that would gross tens of millions of dollars.
Anyway, as far as ghost stories go – pretty hair-raising stuff. Michael’s in particular was filled with enough horrific shocks and startling surprises to make that actor who played the doctor in Signs green with envy. Next time he guests at a con in your burg (MS not the doctor guy), get him to tell it again. With the lights off…
It was a great night – a lot of fun, a lot of laughs. It’s always nice to get the band back together.
Looks like Michael will be heading back to T.O. (family in tow) in August for the big Fan Expo. Hopefully he’ll come armed with an equally ghoulish sequel.