Michael Rooker is one of those rare celebrities who actually cares about his fans. He makes a little time to tweet or Facebook with his fans. I have tweeted back and forth with him, and he has always been just too sweet. He stopped by for some chatting with the Vixens and had a couple of wonderful conversations with us. He kept thanking us for our Vixen Love (Silly Michael, you don't have to thank us, you earned it!) He's just so humble and you can totally tell he hasn't lost touch with his Southern roots. (That's right people! The Rooker is a Bama boy! He's from Jasper, Alabama. That's not too far from where our land is.)
Everyone has a favorite pre-The Walking Dead Rooker role. Mine is Grant Grant in Slither. He was so wonderfully creepy! Technically, he was infected with the space zombie parasite when he banged Elizabeth Banks, so technically, it was zombie sex. Only one other movie I can think of has zombie sex. That's Fido (which stars Billy Connolly, who was Il Duce in The Boondock Saints movies). When Grant would call Starla's name, my skin would crawl in only the way a good horror movie can make it crawl. Slither is a very underrated movie and Rooker plays the perfect bad guy (but he's use to being the bad guy, he rocked in Henry!)
In addition to today being Rooker Reel Thursday, this is also the week we are pushing for Primetime Emmy nominations for Michael Rooker and Norman Reedus. If you've been on Twitter at all this week, chances are you've seen the #Emmy4Rooker and #Emmy4Reedus being thrown all over the place. Both Dixon boys are being considered for nominations, so we've been tweeting @PrimeTimeEmmys so they know the awesome fan base that wants to see their men have a shot at the Emmys!
When we meet Merle, we find out he is an angry, lecherous, racist redneck with a happy trigger finger. He is obviously the least favorite member amongst the survivors. You can tell they all just hate him. So, who (other than his brother) could possibly like him?ME!
We fall for Merle when we see him suffering from heat stroke, about to die. He's just on the brink of letting go completely, when suddenly he decides to do something about it. I've said here how Merle reminds me of my daddy. Maybe that's because I can see past the Merle of the apocalypse, to the Merle before the undead rose. I've been thinking about Merle's past.
Here's my fantasy on Merle's life. This is something I came up with on my own, just from watching The Walking Dead. Any similarities to other stories is purely coincidental. I'm sure Merle was a family man. With a wife and a son. Even his little brother Daryl lived in the room over the garage. Maybe the boy (probable named Merle Jr) was about 10 before the infection spread. I can see Daddy Merle and Uncle Daryl taking him hunting, fishing and teaching him about cars. Merle was a hard working man. He bust his chops in a local body shop rebuilding cars. He flirted with any pretty young girl who came in and made sure to give her a discount for being "so danged pretty". He would surprise his wife with a hand picked bouquet of flowers he saw growing beside the road. He drank heavily on the weekends. He probably over did it a lot. Just like any other Southern man, he loved to grill for his family.
Maybe he was at the grill one beautiful Saturday afternoon. Merle's wife was relaxing on a lawn chair watching Merle Jr playing in the yard. Daryl was in the garage working on his truck. Merle went back in the house to get more barbecue sauce, on his way back out he hears a blood curling scream. Merle bolts out the door only to see his beloved son lying on the grass with a huge chunk of flesh missing from his neck. As his boy's blood flowed, Mrs. Dixon was trying to fight the man off of her son. The blood covered man then turned on her and took a huge bite out of her arm. As Merle was running off the porch, Daryl came flying out of the garage with a bat in hand. Daryl was closer so began to beat man until he released Merle's wife. Merle scooped up his only child just in time to see the light leaving his eyes. He carried his little boy's body over to where Daryl was trying to stop all Merle's wife's bleeding. Merle got to tell his wife "I love you." one last time before she died. After that, the dead started walking.
If you were Merle, you'd be angry, too.
Disclaimer: Michael Rooker, The Walking Dead, Dixon's Vixens or any movie mentioned in this post did not in any way, shape, or form, ask me to write this or gave me any compensation to write this. I jacked all images from Google image search and Dixon's Vixens and just assumed they fell under the Public Domain Usage thingy. Please don't sue, I'm broke anyways. I just wanted to share my Rooker Love with Bloggywood! While I was not offered anything to write this, I will be more than happy to receive any swag you may want to send my way.
- Whether you love me or hate me, you know who I am.
1 comment:
Great write up hun :-)
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