His world-view shaped by retro movies and TV series, small-town boy, Grant Jackson, moves to Hollywood, in pursuit of television stardom.
Grant Jackson is a small-town guy, with the world-class, big city dream of becoming a network television star. But how do you make the dream come true when your resources are scant, and your frames of reference are retro motion pictures and the television series?
Determined to find out, Grant moves to Hollywood. But can he remain focused on his big dream, or will Grant be swept away in the anything goes world of gay West Hollywood – including its adult film and male prostitution scenes?
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Grant surveyed the screening room with more than a passing interest. If Baxter Davidson’s screening room was a homage to the neighborhood theaters of the mid twentieth century, then the Klein’s much larger auditorium glorified the present-day multiplex. No curtains draped the sleek, wide, silver screen. Eight rows of Stadium Steating dominated the room, and placards on every seat proclaimed: “THX: THE AUDIENCE LISTENS HERE.”
After everyone was seated, Barbara Klein, mic. in hand, walked to the front of the auditorium.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” she began.
With her first words, the room quieted instantly.
“Thanks for being here, tonight. As some of you know, many major studio productions have had their first screening in this room. “
Applause confirmed that the audience knew.
“Tonight’s treat isn’t a major studio release; nor is it a film festival-winning independent.” Barbara paced the auditorium floor. She appeared somewhat ill at ease , as she continued.
“Tonight, we have an oddity – a simulation recreation of a controversial genre that enjoyed a brief vogue in the 1970s.”
Are the Kleins showing a 3D exploitation film? Grant wondered, thinking of the highly successful The Stewardesses, and its many 1970s’ imitators.
Barbara stopped pacing, looking directly at her guests. “Although what you are about to see is a simulation, and not the real thing, it is rough. The print arrived late and so we haven’t previewed the film. But if the expression ‘faint of heart’ applies to you, then I strongly advise you leave the auditorium now.”
A surprised murmur filled the room, and Grant watched as two older women stood up and exited. Can’t be 3D, he thought., perplexed. No glasses.
Barbara cleared her throat. Obviously, she was uneasy. “Truthfully, this isn’t my cup of tea, but Hank, as you know, has a hank-ering for kink, and for the bizarre.”
Hank stood and bowed dramatically. The audience cheered him, acknowledging his fringe affinities. After he was seated, the lights dimmed slowly.
Opening credits filled the screen: “United Valley Artists Present…
A Ken Loomis Film…
Ken Loomis! Grant thought, suddenly very alert. Rho’s boyfriend’s name. And she mentioned he had filmmaker friends in the valley.
This title followed: “SNUFF SAID.”
The movie began with an overlong sequence filmed on a dungeon set. Dominators whipped shackled, young women, while black leather-and-chain clad male sadists punished nude, nubile women, binding, gagging and whipping them. Feeling faint, Grant was beginning to wish that he had exited along with the two women. But how could he? The Kleins were more than his hosts; they were his employers.
Grant had no taste for violence against women, or against anyone. This movie was a turn-off, deplorable. Fringe tastes are one thing, he thought, but I never would have figured Hank for a sicko!
Grant lloked over to where Cam was seated, next to Steve Cumming. He certainly didn’t seem to be enjoying this so-called entertainment, either.
Finally the overly long dungeon sequence faded out and the movie faded in to a bedroom set. A hard-muscled man, naked except for a black leather face mask, stood beside a big, unmade brass bed. He crossed to an adjacent room, returning with a beautiful masked woman in tow. She was naked, except for the pink mask covering her face. Grant reacted immediately. Something about this woman looked familiar, very familiar. Goose bumps appeared on Grant’s arms and the hair on the back of his neck tingled as the man threw the masked woman onto the bed and her red hair fanned out across a pillow.
The man ripped off the pink mask, revealing…
Rosemary! Grant couldn’t believe his eyes – didn’t want to believe them.
On screen, Rosemary Burdette looked disoriented, perhaps she had been drunk or drugged.Using handcuffs, the leather-masked man fastened Rosemary’s arms to the brass headboard. Screaming, she struggled unsuccessfully to free herself.
If he hurts her, I’ll kill the son-of-a-bitch, Grant vowed silently. His stomach knotted.
On screen, Rosemary screamed even louder, attempting escape. She twisted and turned, but to no avail. “Let me go! I don’t like this! I want out!”
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Born in Bronx, New York, and raised in Fresno, California, Christopher Stone’s early years were dominated by school, watching television and motion pictures, bicycling, skating, and reading avidly. Summers were spent swimming, and doing whatever it took to survive the oppressive San Joaquin Valley heat. But he also remembers fondly the yearly summer trips to New York, to visit family and friends – and to see Broadway shows.
Christopher left Fresno, for Hollywood, California, during his college years after being accepted into the Writers Guild of America’s Open Door Program, a two-year, scholarship, training ground for aspiring screen and television writers. As it happened, rather than a teleplay or screenwriting gig, his first professional writing job was in journalism – as the Los Angeles Editor for Stage Door, at that time, Canada’s equivalent of the U.S. entertainment trade weekly, Variety.
Christopher would later use his Writers Guild of America training to co-author and sell the original screenplay, The Living Legend, with Jon Mercedes III, to the Erin Organization, and later, and also with Mercedes, to write two seasons of The Party Game, a Canadian TV game show.
As a young freelance entertainment journalist, he contributed to many Los Angeles-based publications, among them The Advocate, for which he wrote a breezy film column, “Reeling ‘Round,” and the Los Angeles Free Press. During this time, he became a member of the Los Angeles Drama Critics Circle.
Christopher dipped his toes into the world of motion picture advertising and publicity, as assistant to the West Coast Director of Advertising and Publicity for Cinerama Releasing Corporation, in Beverly Hills. At the same time, he also did special advertising and publicity projects for 20th Century-Fox. Christopher went on to become an Account Executive for David Wallace & Company, a public relations firm specializing in entertainment accounts – and located on West Hollywood’s legendary Sunset Strip.
Returning to his first love, writing, Christopher became a full time freelance contributor to national consumer publications including Us, Good Housekeeping, Family Circle, McCall’s, In Cinema, and The National Enquirer, among others. Many of his stories were syndicated worldwide by the New York Times Syndication Corp.
Another important area of endeavor for Christopher Stone was Re-Creating Your Self. A Blueprint for Personal Change that he first developed for himself, the journalist went on to teach the principles and processes of Re-Creating Your Self to others – first, in private sessions, later, in workshops and seminars, and, finally, for California State University Extended Education. Eventually, one of his students suggested he write a book version.
Re-Creating Your Self was first published in hardcover by Metamorphous Press, and subsequently published in a trade paperback edition by Hay House. It has since been published in Spanish, Swedish and Hebrew language editions.
He went on to co-author, with Mary Sheldon, four novellas for a Japanese educational publisher, and then, also with Mary Sheldon, the highly successful The Meditation Journal trilogy of hardcover books.
In his private life, Christopher Stone met David M. Stoebner on May 17, 1994, and they have been together ever since.
In 2008, they were married in Los Angeles. They share a home with their three pets in Coastal Los Angeles County.