Hey, Kid? Wanna Be In Pictures?

There are many facets to the motion picture biz, folks.

It’s not just about the action unfolding onscreen or even the director and his team behind the cameras and in the editing bays. Sometimes it takes an army of strangers coming together to achieve a common goal using the greatest resource they have.

Namely, cold hard cash.

Did lose you at the mention of cash? Still here?

Good. Now before you click away and go watch eight hours of cat videos on YouTube, I have good news! For a small contribution – money that might have gone to a single dinner or a NetFlix payment – you can actually help make a film instead of just watching one.

As a bellman I’ve had the pleasure of working with several gifted individuals over the years, some of whom have gone on to bring their visions to life.

And then there’s the two guys who need your help today. These yahoos defy description and they could use our help today. Click on Timothy Moran’s Twitter feed and you’ll meet a cool cat who lives for all things cinematic. (And who has the coolest laugh since they brought the Riddler to life on the Sixties Batman series.)

The Hour of Our Death isn’t just an upbeat title, it refers to short film centered on events in Upper Canada during the early spring of 1812. The Hour of Our Death is a haunting portrait (literally) of life, death and the inevitable change that was brought to North America during the early 1800’s. When two British soldiers on a scouting mission make camp for the night, an unexpected visitor brings tidings of war and visions of a continent on knife’s edge. While remaining a work of fiction, this historically detailed story is an important look at the choices that shaped North America.  

During the ‘War of 1812’ the Niagara Region was home to nearly three years of brutal violence, bloodshed and hatred that changed the landscape of both Canada and America forever. The lives of families on both sides of the border were torn asunder as two emerging nations both sought to claim this land for themselves. The ‘War of 1812’ is now synonymous with present day ghosts and hauntings born from the immeasurable suffering and death which occurred at the hands of the British and American Soldiers. Today, the Niagara Region is filled with more ghost stories and encounters than anywhere else in Canada.


But bringing these tales to life requires funding, folks, and that’s where you come into the equation. You can help regular folks like yourself bring their vision to life without having to jump through hoops for big studios and movie execs who, let’s face it, are virtually impossible to reach anyway.

Click here and help bring The Hour of Our Death to cinematic “life”.

Crowdfunding is the future of film making, kids, so don’t be left behind in the past. You’ll even get some cool perks for your contribution and you can tell your friends – and that jerk Johnson at work – that you’re an indie filmmaker. How cool is that? You may now return to your cat videos.

See you in the lobby, friends…


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Murdoch Monday – On a Tuesday.

Life is all about balance.

And perspective. And control… Okay, so life is actually about many things. But right now, though, I’m going to concentrate on balance, all right?

“Great Balls of Fire: Part Two”, the second episode of Murdoch Mysteries’ tenth season was all about balance.

Lives in peril. Lives destroyed. Mystery and murder most foul. (Naturally.) Romance. Intrigue. Sex. (Only a little though; this is still CBC after all.) Turn-of-the-century police work. Archival footage of an actual tragedy. Action. Humor. In another production team’s collective hands these wildly-varying factors could have spelled disaster when mixed, but the MM team is no common television production team.

This episode was a textbook case of a group of individuals, actors and behind-the-scenes professionals specifically, working together for a common goal. Namely, to produce an hour of TV that took its viewers on a ride through the gamut of human emotions. In this regard they excelled to say the least.

Anyone who has ever read this blog knows I love lists, right? They go down smooth and they allow readers to digest information quickly thus eliminating the possibility of mental constipation.

They don’t make Pepto for your brain, kids. cu-8ziiwaaaehmw

Here now are ten reasons why “Great Balls of Fire: Part Two” was so enjoyable. If you haven’t watched the episode you can click away now. Don’t say you weren’t warned…


ONE)  Dr. Julia Ogden in mortal peril. Julia is no mere damsel-in-distress, to say the least, but still, it’s nice to be reminded that she’s one-half of one of the greatest television couples of all time. Seeing her imperiled from time to time reminds us why we love seeing her and William together in the first place; they personify destiny at its finest.

And Julia’s moral quandary was just the icing on a delicious TV cake. Just sayin’…


TWO)  Archival footage of The Great Fire of Toronto of 1904. Seeing history mixed expertly with new footage was both thrilling and heartbreaking. It allowed viewers – especially new ones – to establish an emotional connection to the episode. And that, kids, is television at its most powerful.


THREE)  Constable Higgins mental anguish. I’m not especially fond of seeing human beings – even fictional ones – suffering but seeing Henry Higgins ponder his possible role in an event that changed his city forever was a nice change of pace from the character’s usual role of comic relief. We saw henry as a real person for once and that was nice.


FOUR)  A truly clever mystery. I don’t know about you, my fellow Murdochians, but I really had no idea who the murderer was and that was refreshing.

And speaking of murder…


FIVE)  When a debutante was seized from behind, her throat slashed, her blood spilled across a Toronto street in the dead of night (literally) my first thought was, “Are we looking at Jack the Ripper reborn on Murdoch Mysteries?” The fact that it occurred right before the commercial break heightened the suspense and left me temporarily breathless. Thankfully, I came to before the show resumed…

imagesOh look, Julia, The Hook’s writing about us again. How delightful…


 SIX)  George Crabtree’s super-sexy, turn-of-the-century stripper girlfriend. Hey, I’m a guy. No apologies. She’s most likely going to break Crabtree’s heart – but he’s certainly used to that sort of thing by now. In the meantime, she’s drop-dead gorgeous and cute as a vintage button.


SEVEN)  Classic Murdoch detective work and action. He followed the clues, consulted the Inspector and Julia, drilled a hole in the wall of an expensive hotel room, and finally… the “killer” (how complicit the young debutante in question was in the murders of her competitors is up for debate) revealed herself.


EIGHT)  Constable George Crabtree’s cocky attitude. “I think you’ll give me your affections for free now.” Or something like that. The point is, Crabtree has gone from a brokenhearted puppy to an alpha dog in a few episodes. I just hope he isn’t being set up for yet another fall…


NINE)  Higgins’ return to form. Yes. I’m contradicting myself, but Higgins’s role as comic relief works best for the character – it just gets tiring sometimes so his earlier change of pace was to nice to see but only for awhile.break

TEN)  The house that Murdoch built. I can’t wait to see Detective William Murdoch invent solar panels! On a policeman’s salary, of course…


Finally, two points.

One:  I don’t care if it was meant in jest – which it was – having a stripper do a firefighter routine days after the Great Fire of 1904 was not cool.

Two:  William’s burglarizing “celebrity status”. I loved it when a witness acknowledged Murdoch’s growing reputation in Toronto. It’s about time; he’s been busting bad guys for ten season for Pete’s sake!

And there you have it, another Murdoch Mysteries recap/review by The Hook. You’re welcome. See you next week…

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This Is Not A Post. However…

Since I feel obligated to provide you with mental stimulation on a semi-regular basis here is a tidbit to tide you over until someone out there on the world wide web responds to a series of 5×5 questions I’ve posed to them.

Come on, Jenn Valentyne, Hélène Joy, Mercedes Carrera, Donald Trump (among others) get on that!

All right, so Trump is a long shot… but he’ll have more time once he goes down in flames, right?

In the meantime, check out the little item below:

We get all sorts of guest packages in the Bell Room, the contents of which often remain a mystery. Occasionally we get to crack them open in order to deliver the contents to ungrateful corporate guests who reward us with a minuscule delivery fee and more snark than you can shake a corporate handbook at. There are even rare occasions where a package goes unclaimed for months and we get to divvy up the contents.

Of course, there’s never anything cool inside, like a still-beating human heart or a sonic death ray, but you can’t have everything, right?

In this particular case it was the package itself rather than the contents that provided the boys in the Bell Room with hours of enjoyment. They sliced a piece of that cardboard box apart and slapped it up on the wall amidst the dozens of Blue Jays clippings they’ve used to wallpaper our little filthy corner of the hotel. Now I get to hear, “You’re one fragile, Hook, Hook!” a dozen times a day.

Yes, working for a living is the most fun you can have without the introduction of pornography, alcohol, hallucinogenic drugs or Cheez Wiz, it’s true.

See you in the lobby, kids…

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Bloody Hell, Murdoch! Your Opener was Marvelous!

The tenth season of most scripted television shows is usually a tired affair, with the cast and crew simply going through the motions.

One thought looped through my loopy brain while watching the tenth season opener of Murdoch Mysteries:

“Wow, it looks like they’re just getting started.”

Yes, it is safe to assume I’m a Murdoch mega-fan, thank you so much for noticing.

I realize we all have important lives to get back to (I myself have several household repairs to get to before the wife redoes them properly) so I’ll be brief. Here are ten reasons, in my not-so-humble opinion, why the MM Season Ten opener, Great Balls of Fire: Part One, rocked harder than Justin Trudeau on a selfie spree. 

murdoch_website_headers10breakONE)  The cast has gelled together like superglue in the middle of the Arctic. Yannick Bisson’s opening banter with Jonny Harris was a master’s class in thespian execution. They killed it in the best possible way.

And Inspector Brackenreid’s intervention, failed as it was, on Julia’s behalf was both heartwarming and breaking simultaneously.

breakTWO)  Constable George Crabtree’s utterly pathetic love life.

His “true love” became a lesbian after leaving him for a cad.

His next sweetheart ran away with her murdering offspring.

Then he met a stripper with a heart of gold whose brother is a maybe-not-so-reformed criminal.

His story is a joy to watch, but Crabtree’s pretty much screwed when it comes to matters of the heart.

Of course, in the interim he banged the creator of Ann of Green Gables – but the writers still hate his guts apparently.


THREE)  Mouna Traoré as Rebecca James. She’s the coroner with the acid tongue, the lose-yourself-in-them eyes and more talent than a single episode can contain. Mouna had big shoes to fill on MM but she did it with gusto. Love this chick.



FOUR)  Awesome subplots. From Julia’s “haunting” by Eva Pearce to William’s search for the perfect land to construct the house that Murdoch built, there were several storylines that began amidst the main plot. I love that. Continuity is king, babies.


FIVE)  The nods to other worlds. From the bloody climax (ironically, it was used here as an opening) of Carrie to Mean Girls to The Selection book series – and even Firestarter – MMX looks like it’s being crafted by the same brilliant wordsmiths that gave us seasons one to nine.


SIX)  Bone-chilling mystery. You knew this was coming, right? After all, the show isn’t called, “Murdoch’s Turn-of-the-Century Gardening Tips”…

The MM season opener was filled with red herrings and murder most foul – and bloody good. Literally.


SEVEN)  Daiva Johnston as the evil dead hostess-with-the-mostess Eva Pearce. Okay, so technically she was never a hostess, but Johnston’s Eva Pearce is one cool villainous gold digger. Not only did she get to straddle Det. Murdoch after shooting his wife three times in last season’s finale, she gets to torment Dr. Ogden from beyond the grave in a stunning PTSD subplot.

Eva is truly the villain we love to hate. And when “Ghostly Eva” took a sip of booze last night, only to have it slowly drip out of her slashed neck? Well, I swear I had a religious moment. And it’s all thanks to…

maxresdefault“I can assure you Detective Murdoch, being kidnapped and straddled ‘against your will’ is most certainly not cheating. I’m sure your wife will understand..”



EIGHT)  Prop Monkey, MM’s in-house mad prop genius. Check out this guy’s Twitter feed and you’ll be hooked. (Yeah, I went there.) PM is underpaid, I’m sure – but he knocks it out of the CBC park every single weeks without fail. With a little help, I’m sure.



NINE)  Constable Henry Higgins. The writers were very heavy-handed in intimating that he’s going to be responsible for the Great Fire of 1904, but Higgins is a lovable goofball whose continued presence on the Toronto Constabulary is a mystery. Of course, as with all things Murdoch, it is a wonderful mystery to behold.


TEN)  It was a cliffhanger! When executed properly, these things are the best!

In closing, my love for Murdoch Mysteries is well-documented on this blog and so I hope you’ll forgive me for indulging yet again. If not, it’s my blog, my rules.

See you in the lobby – and on the CBC at eight on Monday nights – kids…

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5×5 With The Hook: Vanessa de Largie.

Vanessa de Largie uses her writing voice to “speak” her mind.

Luckily for us, what’s on Vanessa de Largie’s mind is sex.

Not wearing a bra. Double penetration. Threesomes. Double-blowjobs. Swallowing during oral sex. (Though to be clear, I guess I should’ve said, “swallowing at the climax of oral sex”.)

https://i2.wp.com/www.starcentralmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/vanessa4.jpgThe point is, Vanessa is fearless in her life (she’d make a sexy Green Lantern) and especially when it comes to writing about S-E-X – and it makes her prose unforgettable. This chick’s been featured in, among others, The Sydney Morning Herald, Penthouse, The Huffington Post (they hate my Canadian guts, so I’m insanely jealous) The Daily Herald, Maxim, The Vocal – and now, my blog.

Yes, the mightily-sexy have truly fallen…

Sex-columnist. Journalist. Actress. Author. Owner and operator of one of the coolest personal cyber-homes on the web. Champion sumo wrestler. (She won the title in Ethiopia but it still counts. Am I kidding? Who knows, it’s me!) Kick-ass blogger. Vanessa can literally do anything she sets her mind to, kids. Of course, she’s human (though I’m guessing she’s Amazon on her mother’s side) and she has to face the same challenges we all do. https://i1.wp.com/d.gr-assets.com/authors/1367887116p5/7076341.jpg

The difference is that Vanessa has embraced her inner sexual explorer/adventurer, so she knows exactly how to relieve all the tension life heaps upon a human being in this day and age. Honestly, folks, never underestimate the value of an orgasm or ten. Good (I mean really, “I’m-going-blind!”-good) sex can make you feel invincible and that kind of empowerment can take you anywhere you want to go, kids.

Vanessa is an amazing woman who has inspired and rescued millions (I’m not a mathematician, just go with it) of people with her inner light and wisdom.


All right, enough foreplay! (Yes, I’m a guy, though to be honest, I do actually love the “warm-up” as much as the main event) Let’s get right to it, shall we?

ONE)  You appear to be fearless in the bedroom – or anywhere else you choose to get busy – but are there any sexual peaks you have yet to scale, young lady?

Great question!

(I knock one out of the park every once in a while.)

I’m sure there are many sexual peaks I’m yet to scale. That’s what I love about sex and erotica. The possibilities are endless. There’s always something more to learn and experience. One can always go deeper — harder. I guess I would like to explore sex more with women. I’m bisexual and have been with women singularly and in group dynamics. But I haven’t explored sex with women to the depth I have with men. I find sex with women incredibly sensual. I’d like to delve deeper into that part of myself.

(Okay, I must admit, my glasses fog up every time I read this answer. But Vanessa really is an articulate, fearless human, isn’t she?)


TWO)  If you could be any type of make-up what would you be? (Yes, my mind really is a special place, thank you very much.)

Hmm. Make-up? I think if I could be any type of make-up, I’d be red lipstick. I’m a bit obsessed with orifices. So being a cosmetic that goes on a mouth, sounds good.


THREE)  Why do you think so many of us fear the prospect of cutting loose when it comes to coitus?

People are repressed. People are terrified of letting go, of being vulnerable and being seen. I find refuge in coitus. I find escape in orgasm. When I’m not being fucked often and properly, I go stir-crazy. It’s not good for my mental health. I wish more people could let go and be true to themselves and their desires. It’s a fear worth pushing through.

(I’ll say! But seriously, Vanessa really is wise beyond her years. Incidentally, this is one of my favorite 5×5 answers of all time.)


FOUR)  What’s your go-to food after a long, hard day?

Can it be an alcoholic food-source? After a long hard day, I crave a glass of grape. Preferably a good red wine. Preferably Merlot.

(Hey, your interview, your rules, baby.)



FIVE)  National/global days of celebration are all the rage right now; if you could declare a “Day of Something’, what would it be?

I love this question. I was only thinking about this the other day, when I opened up Facebook and it told me that it was ‘World Smile Day’ and I thought WTF? Who had a meeting and decided this was a good idea? If I could declare a ‘day of something’, I’d officially declare ‘A Global Day of Fuck’. It would be a day for people around the world to focus on their sex lives.

(Wow. Why isn’t Vanessa de Largie running the world?)

breakhttps://i2.wp.com/images.huffingtonpost.com/2016-02-11-1455225145-5152088-frankhowson.jpg“Is this really necessary to ‘maintain the integrity of the interview’, Hook?”

And if you’re not in love with Vanessa’s work yet click on this article and you’ll see exactly why fate brought her into my orbit and onto this blog.

There you have it, friends, a brief glimpse into Vanessa de Largie’s magnificent world. I want to thank Australia’s sweetest resident for taking the time from her sexily-busy schedule to chat with us. I don’t know about you, but I could use a little of Vanessa’s open mindedness – and not just where copulation is concerned. Thanks for joining us today, everyone.

See you in the lobby, kids…


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Niagara Falls Is A Hot Spot! (But Not In The Way You Think.)

Admit it, when you think of Niagara Falls you instantly think of all the great places to have mind-blowing coitus, right?

Or maybe not.

Well, either way, sex is on the agenda today, folks. And why shouldn’t it be, right? After all, while sex certainly isn’t the most important thing in our lives, when enacted properly and with a loving partner it enriches our existence. Plus, having an orgasm releases an extra shot of serotonin to your brain, and I don’t know about you, but I lay awake at night wondering just how I’m going to get more serotonin to my brain-box.

Yeah, the wife wasn’t moved by that argument either…

Time to get back on track, I guess. The sex track, that is.

To be clear, you’re only going to be reading about sex. So don’t get your hopes – or anything else – up. Let’s face facts, when most couples travel together sex becomes the most powerful underlying element.

“Will the change of scenery make it even better?”

“Will the change of venue make my partner more receptive to exploring new territory?”

“Will I forget my Clifford The Big Red Dog costume again?”

Don’t you hate when that happens?

package_couples2Okay, so this isn’t exactly hot – to most people – but it proves that anything goes in Niagara Falls.

At any rate, sex on the road – or in a hotel room – isn’t always easy to pull off. (So to speak.) And if you’re traveling with the family, it becomes almost impossible to find time to be together in the Biblical sense. But lucky for you, your old buddy, The Hook, is here to help. My hometown isn’t exactly considered a romantic hot spot, to say the least, but depending on your comfort level, there are plenty of coital options to choose from. To be brutally honest, the majestic natural beauty of the Falls and the raw power of all that water is a powerful aphrodisiac.

Let’s start with the traditional options ( for the vanilla folks, of course).  There are several romantic hotels within Niagara proper but I’m not going to recommend any one in particular. (Being employed by one renders me ridiculously-biased.) Do your virtual homework and you’ll hit the jackpot – in more ways than one. Of course, most people are thinking, “Who cares about the room, Hook? We’ll be staring at the ceiling or the pillow anyways!”

Trust me, it matters. Especially if you’re the traditional-but-slightly-adventurous type; as a blogger/people-watcher extraordinaire I often take strolls along the various hotel strips and scan the windows. (Yes, I know how that sounds but what you call “peeping” I refer to as “research”, so shut up. What are you, a cop?) If you’re lucky – and I often am – you’ll spot more than one couple being “romantic” against the glass.

And that, kids, is the real reason hotels use double-pained glass. Nobody wants a headline that says, “Naked, humping tourists plummet twenty stories to their embarrassing deaths in Niagara Falls.”

That’s not good for business, folks.

So always choose a property that cares about their guests. Even if you don’t plan on spending much time examining the room’s furnishings/design while you’re caught up in the throes of passion, you should at least care about your partner – and yourself – enough to get the very best. That you can afford, of course. Remember, when it comes to travel, always obey one of my Golden Rules:

“If it’s going to affect your credit report, you must abort!”

Yes, you’re right, Johnnie Cochrane would sue my ass off if he could. Thank God he’s dead.

If you’re serious about pursuing a romantic rendezvous in the Niagara region – and if your budget can accommodate it – then you have to visit Niagara-on-the-Lake. NOTL (as we locals refer to it) is one of the most stunning and certainly romantic, spots on the face of the planet. 

Horse drawn carriages. (No using little kids to draw carriages for NOTL. They’re not like other tourism operators.)

Wineries. (Chicks dig wine. And horses, of course.)

Fort George. See the war of 1812 come to life with live musket fire, kids! (Or not.)

High tea in some of the classiest joints in the country.


I don’t know who these broads are either, but they certainly look ready for coitus after sipping some of that classy and delicious tea, don’t they?

Romance drips from the trees in NOTL (wear a raincoat) so if you can’t get laid there you might as well give up and move back in with your parents, Poindexter.

For those folks hoping to recapture their youth, Niagara-on-the-Lake has many fine “parking” spots right off the Niagara Parkway leading into town. And you don’t have to worry about the Niagara Regional Police or the Niagara Parks Police; as long as everyone is a consenting adult, that is. (Cops get horny too.)

And for those of you who are truly outrageous – and your local authorities and Bible thumpers know who you are – NOTL is home to many trails and wooded areas. I’m not necessarily condoning woodland sex but if it feels good and no one gets hurt? I say grab a blanket, a picnic basket loaded with lube, energy bars and water, and go for it! Just be sure to pick a secluded spot. Unfortunately, I’ve made that mistake before. That was one family of six that will never forget their trip to the Niagara region, that’s for sure.

I’ve always wondered if Grandma survived that heart attack…

Finally, if you’re truly fearless when it comes to sexual shenanigans, you can always wait until nightfall and find a dark corner in the glorious Oakes Garden Theatre and get busy! (Just watch out for the Niagara Parks Police and your fellow travelers.)


Plenty of awesome spots to rock your worlds here, friends. Though, fair warning, you’re going to get bruised; stone is not the softest material to hump on…

To sum up, Niagara isn’t the chaste, boring destination the guide books make it out to be. Let’s face it, most of those so-called “travel experts” aren’t exactly in tune with the times, to say the least. With some exceptions, of course. So if you’re going to be in Canada and you’re feeling randy, babies, get your sexy selves to Niagara Falls or NOTL and do as the rabbits do.

See you in the lobby, folks… where you’re not allowed to have sex, by the way.

So wait until the middle of the night…

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5×5 With The Hook: Natalie Brown.

If you’re like me and you hail from the Great White North, this young lady has been a part of your life for decades.

Even if you weren’t aware of her presence.

No, she’s not a stalker or the world’s most gorgeous ninja, she’s one of the most underrated actresses of any age. Natalie Brown has been in the background of some of the most significant moments of my life, all while on a television screen. Natalie – who doesn’t age and apparently isn’t an actual vampire – has more film and TV credits to her name than a really smart scholar but to millions she’ll always be this chick:

As far as introducing yourself to the public, that wasn’t a bad start was it?

Natalie hasn’t looked back since then. (She really should get her neck checked.) She’s carried shows. She’s played secretaries, detectives, ex-girlfriends of werewolves, fictional vampires, and everything under the sun and among the stars but she’s never shied away from making unforgettable commercials.

Thank Dog.

While it should be noted that I am a happily married man… Natalie is unbelievably-sexy and funny as hell in this commercial, isn’t she?

Needless to say, when my fellow bellmen realized Natalie was going to be today’s guest their reactions were… enthusiastic, to say the least.

“Seriously, Hook? She’s hotter than any hooker we’ve ever had in here!”

“She’s super hot! And she can really act!”

“The ketchup chick? I’ve had a crush on her for forever!”

“Who the hell’s Natalie Brown?”

We beat that last guy, obviously.

Natalie’s work on the exceptionally-written end-of-the-world/vampire drama, The Strain has been nothing short of exceptional. No spoilers, but as Kelly Goodweather, Natalie has found a role she can really sink her teeth into. (Yes, I’m guilty of extreme punnery.)

Time to get down to brass 5×5 tacks, right? As I told Natalie before she read these awesome queries: “Yes, these questions are more than a bit quirky, but the way I see it, an actor that’s been around as long as you have (but you look timeless!) must be bored to tears by the same old queries. Luckily, I’m here to “help”.

ONE)  You’re one of the most recognized actors in our home and native land of Canada but has the rest of the world recognized your awesomeness?

I’m always surprised and amazed when I get fan mail from the U.S., Germany, and anywhere overseas. The reach that television has and the myriad ways we can now view it makes it possible for shows to resonate with audiences everywhere. My agency used to get messages in the middle of the night from Romania where apparently “Sophie” was a hit.🙂



TWO) As a bellman I’m fascinated by all things related to travel; do you have any travel rituals, Natalie Brown? (Booking a room at the end of the hall, using an assumed name, being served by a one-armed bellman, etc.)

I don’t have any travel superstitions, but I do love a window seat. Not only to rest my head against, but also for the perspective that take off provides- the rush of the world speeding by at 100+ miles an hour, and the ensuing calm of watching the chaos slowly disappear. Any problems or “baggage” I may be carrying always seem to shrink in significance.


THREE)  Above all, an actor has to be flexible in order to “sell” a character but has there ever been a role that made you go, “Yeah, right! I don’t think so! They can get Helene Joy!”

Whenever I’m up for a challenging role, my instinct is always to cast someone I know better suited to it, but these are always the opportunities for the most growth. If it doesn’t terrify me at least a little, than it’s not worth doing.

(Magnificent answer, no?)


FOUR)  If you could be any houseplant, what would you be and why?

Not sure if it counts as a house plant, but I’d be rosemary in an indoor herb garden- hardy, fragrant, spicy, delicious and capable of surviving the winter!

(Nice! Do you see why Canadians love this chick?)


FIVE)  If you could go back in time and star in any film, what would you choose?

 Flashdance 💃🏻

 (I have to be honest… I can see that. Bet Natalie would’ve killed that role.)



If you’re not a fan of Natalie Brown by now… you’ve most likely suffered a head injury. Or you’re suffering from hysterical blindness. Either way, you’re pretty much screwed and need to seek medical attention immediately, because she’s delightful, people.

My thanks to Natalie – and all of you, of course – for being here today. You’re all good eggs. One final thought: celebrities are ridiculously-busy and they certainly don’t need to make time for fans with super-small blogs with even smaller audiences.

But Natalie Brown is no ordinary celebrity.

Thanks again, Natalie. You’re a helluva gal.

See you in the lobby, kids…

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