Anne Rice

Anne Rice - devious enough to give us all these sordid tales of bloodsucking and tainted eroticism... But saintly (or naive enough) to let everyone know she resided at 1239 First St. down in New Orleans (it is no longer her home address, I do believe; she sold that place!)

True devoted fans of hers, such as Melody W. of Lubbock, TX., describe her body of work in such grandiloquent ways as this:
Exxxstatic Entertainment, Major League Great Distraction, Genuine Talent, Soaring Heights of Love and Depths of Despair, in the WORD.

And, to be fair, Anne did dish out some fine tales of intrigue and adventure - and then she dissed the title of "Queen of Ghouls" to embrace Christianity (at last) and find GOD... That Is THE true WORD, by the way, Melody...!



Aye, Anne Rice has embraced The Lord! (And I do not mean as "the embrace" - at all! That is the evil connotation given to that word by yet ANOTHER sick depraved scribe with bloodlust in his imagination...! Not Rice's fault - for once!)
She's embraced The Lord - although that's just a statue of St-Anthony of Padua there on the picture... (Hey - Portuguese saint!)

Is it all just a tad too late though - I mean, Tom Cruise already did portray that awful queer vampire, Lestat, for the big screen... And the film ended with him winning (spoilers, spoilers - rrrright) while that most distasteful tune ever penned and composed (by those execrable Rolling Stones) was playing to the pace of a devilish car ride straight to HELL for all I care (and you know which tune it is, do you not...!)
Some filmgoers, though, might think this is nothing compared to the atrocity of seeing Rice's lone erotic book become adapted as a vehicle for Rosie O'Donnell and Dan Aykroyd of all people...!

Anne Rice's actual body of work comprises, well, quite frankly, TOO MANY vampire tales - and, arguably, the final blow came when the last one of the Lestat "saga" got adapted into an even more distasteful film; the Queen of Ghouls had begotten the Queen of the Damned and the movie adaptation of THAT was so stomach-turning it seemed to be CURSED FOREVERMORE as far as all of those involved in the gorefest were concerned... (Even Ingrid Pitt threw up, I'm sure!)

Anne Rice - when she was in league with Memnoch... the devil!
Photo by Marissa Roth - Time/Life Pictures - Getty

Verily, all of the "talent" involved in that fiasco sure was ultimately cursed indeed (much in a similar way than the actors who were in all of those Poltergeist films were, sort of... "The Craft" also comes to mind - and everyone that ever participated in "The Omen" series of films as well... I mean, all of their careers died, that is for damn sure! And the likes of William Holden and Gregory Peck never again regained their prestige and lustre of old... And, then, they died too! But that may be another story entirely...)

In the case of Queen of the Damned, Ashanti, the wanna-be actress who "won" the title role, died shortly after shooting this crap, in a plane crash that barely preceded (prefigured?) 9/11 - sort of an evil harbinger right there... And everyone else's career floundered, pretty much... One might even say "as did hers" - but those are just the words of spiteful souls, envious of Anne...!

Although, now that I think of it - did you know that Anne's real name is truly HOWARD? That's right: her dad was weird enough to name his second of four daughters HOWARD ALLEN... (Last name: O'Brien. Any relation to Conan - hmmm? Naaahh!)
Still... If Anakin Skywalker lost it after being called "Annie" one too many times, surely this poor christening affected the future Anne Rice very adversely too...?

Truth be told, Anne Rice was seriously traumatized -and left in a very deep depression- when she lost a child, her baby girl, to leucemia. That got her into writing the wretched Interview With The Vampire (hey - writing is therapy for me too! As it is for countless others; and anything can come out of it - ANYTHING!) and the rest is history...

But that was then - and this is now! And, now, Anne Rice is a born-again Christian who vows to NEVER AGAIN write these awful bloodsucking horrors! Much to Hollywood's chagrin...

Instead of leaving them with a "bankable franchise" for years to come, as Hollywood wanted there, Anne Rice left Tinseltown movie moguls and big studios as well as her publisher(s) (or, as I call them, pub-leech-ers) with a very bitter taste in their mouth - as it should be when one is a bloodsucker, of course...
But that is another story too; isn't it?

In light of all of these "accomplishments" - has Anne Rice found redemption and accessed saintliness... Or does she remain a sinner?
Hmm...