(hard rock guitar music plays)
(liquid squeezed from bottle)
(hands rubbing together)
(indistinct chatter in the distance)
(chatter gets louder)
(multiple footsteps clomping)
(keys rattle)
(chatter continues)
- [Unidentified Woman In The Distance] Hi, what's your name?
Of course!
- And who's this to?
- Stew Mac.
- But what's your real name?
- Stew Mac.
I had it legally changed.
- Oh. Oh, well, Stew Mac. (laughs)
Uh, can I interest you in one of my new shots? Huh?
No? This is a brand new one.
Nobody else has got it yet.
No?
- No thanks.
- [Rachel] 50% off. Half price.
- No. - C'mon. No?
- No.
- (laughs) Okay, okay. (laugh gasps)
"To Stew Mac."
- Where's Stew Mac?
- [Rachel] There. I wrote it. Stew. Mac.
- No, why isn't he here?
- [Rachel] Oh, he couldn't make it today.
There.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
- [Woman In The Distance] I love you so much!
- (whispers) All Right.
- [Woman In The Distance] I'm so excited to meet you!
(woman gushes)
(Rachel laughs)
(indistinct chatter)
Hi, how are you?
- [Photographer] Ready?
- Oh, ha ha... (camera shutters)
- [Photographer] Next! - Ow.
Stew. Thank you!
Thank you.
Hi, how are you? - [Photographer] Ready?
(camera shutters) Next!
- Uh, thank you. Thank you so much.
Hi, how are you? - [Photographer] Ready?
(man yells) (camera shutters)
- [Photographer] Next!
- Thank you! Thank you so much.
Hi!
- [Rachel] Well, you know,
working in horror is a challenging genre for any actress,
it's, it's physically, and emotionally, demanding.
Because, well, you know, there's, um, well there's,
well there's like a lot of, uh, screaming, and, you know,
you have to be good at screaming,
I practiced my screams for a very long time.
Do you want to hear?
Yeah you want to hear!
Okay, here we go.
(Rachel screams)
NO!
(laughs) You know, and there's a lot of screams.
I have loads of screams.
There's like a little one.
(Rachel gasp-screams abruptly)
And then there's like a long one, like...
(Rachel extends scream)
You know, so, you gotta master the screams.
(inhales) And also, you have to master the crawling.
So go like uhh, let me show you.
(Rachel gasps for breath)
(mumbles) No! No! No!
You know?
And, and the stakes are always really high.
It's literally a life or death situation.
So, um, the most challenging scene was probably
when I was like tied up and like stripped
and feeling that blade run across my body.
Even though I knew it wasn't real, like,
that shit was scary. (gasp-laughs)
So, yeah, that would have to be the most challenging part
of playing Audrey Beaver in "Axe Wound 2."
(chuckles) Any more questions?
Yes! The Stew Mac in the back, there.
- Um, what does horror mean to you?
- Mm.
That is a very good question, Stew Mac in the back there.
(chuckles) Uh, horror means... adrenaline.
Fear. Movies.
Work, a paycheck for me. (laughs awkwardly)
Anyone else? Anymore questions?
- [Male Audience Member] Why weren't you in "Axe Wound 3?"
(glasses clinking distantly)
- Ms. Milligan.
It would be an honor for me to buy you that drink.
(ominous music plays)
- How big of a fan are you?
- [Male Fan] The biggest.
(loud, aggressive noises)
- [Male Fan] Oh yeah, so tight! Hold me!
- [Rachel] (shrieking) You're an actor! Act!
- [Male Fan] Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
(Rachel shrieks repeatedly)
- [Male Fan] Deeper! (male fan grunts)
- [Rachel] (shrieks) Oh God! Oh God!
Oh God! Ugh!
(door unlocks)
(Rachel gasps, breathes hard)
(shoes squeak against floor)
(Rachel breathes hard)
(Rachel grunts)
Oh, you forgot your...
(bathroom door closes)
(liquid squeezes out of bottle)
(Rachel yells)
(exhales) (sniffles)
What does horror mean to me?
Losing elasticity in my skin.
(skin slapping)
Getting recast by younger actresses,
that's pretty horrible.
Having tea with Wes Craven
and then having him not remembering
who the fuck I am a week later.
Knowing what it feels like to be a movie star,
then never starring in a movie again.
How am I supposed to go back to normal
when I was Bloody Disgusting Magazine's
"Scream Queen 2000 and 7"?
(eerie music plays)
Telling people at parties I have a few things
in the pipeline.
Sitting down to a blank page desperately trying to find
something to write about to at least feel some control
over my nonexistent career.
(eerie music slowly rises in pitch)
(sniffles) But the truth is I have nothing to write about,
I have nothing to say.
How tragic is that?
I have tasted the dream.
I know what it's like to have been somebody.
(sniffles) And I can honestly say I wish I didn't
because now I am drowning in my insignificance. (sniffles)
(eerie music continues)
I miss feeling makeup brushes against my skin.
(breathes into the microphone)
It feels like affection. (sniffles)
I crave it so bad.
I crave it so bad that when I get it (sniffles),
it turns me on.
(eerie music grows more foreboding)
I miss camera flashes.
Every click feels like... (whispers) a compliment.
(sniffles) And let me tell you.
I will do anything for a fucking compliment.
Are you horrified yet?
Coming to these conventions in a bid to get relevant again.
Like how long before, before I'm doing these things
for free?
That day will be horrific.
(sniffles) Fucking random Stew Mac's for money.
Yes, yes, that happened last night.
And yes, if you see me after,
I can probably work out some arrangement for you.
(foreboding music draws out)
Living out the rest of my meager, conventional,
trivial little life.
That is what horror means to me.
(foreboding music continues)
- [Photographer] Ready? (camera shutters)
Next!
Ready? (camera shutters)
Next!
(foreboding music draws out, growing more ominous)
Ready?
(skin ripping) (Rachel whimpers)
(Rachel gasps)
- Rachel (grunts) Thank you.
(grunts) (collapses to ground)
(high-pitched, ominous music crescendos)
(camera shutters)
(eerie keyboard music plays)
(spooky closing credits music plays)