Executive decision: create an awards show exclusively catered to fantasy and sci-fi movies
all the films that don’t ever receive an ounce of respect at awards shows because they aren’t taken seriously as a genre finally get the recognition they deserve
the Harry Potter movies are praised for their visionary production designs and a music score more iconic than most movie soundtracks released in the past two decades
Force Awakens and Rogue One aren’t swept under the rug because they’re only seen as nostalgic entertainment and instead are recognized for their incredible acting and special effects
Pacific Rim is awarded the highest honor for editing and production work and CGi design because holy shit did you even see that movie?
The makeup and styling team for the Star Trek movies finally get their moment to shine after spending years designing and building intricate prosthetics and makeup looks in order to bring a diverse galaxy to life
John Boyega and John Cho host the night and everyone has a great time and I don’t end the night fuming over movies robbed of the love they deserve
Star Trek: we have over 50 different alien designs that were created with makeup and prosthetics. Krall had different stages of his face makeup. The aliens took 2-7 hours each. We detailed each one and took hours on each one even if they were just in the background. Look at the dozens of our intricate designs.
This is just my opinion though and I fully see why people are upset about Star Trek losing to Suicide Squad but I thought id share my opinion on why it did win.
Reasoning: Suicide Squad was by NO means, at all, a great movie. Though they had one of the hardest tasks of all, taking iconic characters everyone knows and bringing them to life in a way that is modern is already a task in itself.
Joker and Harleys redesigns were the most iconic pop culture costumes of 2016, they were EVERYWHERE, their outfits were plastered wherever they could be including their wigs and makeup (there are literally hundreds of makeup tutorials for them on youtube). Everyone dressed up as them and there are thousands and thousands of people who have cosplayed them. Even more so, the designs were so popular they’re now in the comics/video games. I personally don’t like the designs but I can acknowledge how insanely popular they became and still are. Enchantress had a rather unique redesign as well.
Jokers makeup was literally one of the most talked about things last year when they first uploaded that first picture, whether you hated it or loved it it was still being talked about and the press around it was insane.
Killer Croc and Enchantresses minions had wonderful prosthetic work as well and the tattoo applications, while simple, are another thing to look at.
Star Trek had phenomenal prosthetic work for their aliens but it isn’t something the general public are gonna remember/see really after a few months. What you are gonna keep seeing for years to come is people cosplaying the designs from Suicide Squad. It earned its Oscar for being one the biggest Pop culture hits on makeup and hair design alone.
“Enjoy your sleep, Billy.”
And with that, ACen is over, and Billy returns to his grave.
Prosthetic is custom sculpted and slush cast in latex, and painted with Mehron fantasy FX paints and alcohol activated paints by I Love FX Makeup.
It surprises me that we haven’t talked about the most obvious thing: humans imagine things. Humans outright make shit up. (Like these posts?) Human stories often aren’t retellings of things that actually happened. Art often isn’t a depiction of true events. Humans - for want of a better word - humans sublimate. They transform their experiences into outlandish non-reality for each others’ amusement.
It takes forever for first contact to start because the aliens planning it keep getting confused by first radio, then television. Some of these depictions can’t be possible - but which ones? The first time War of the Worlds reaches the Kuiper belt, someone panics and has to double check that a more aggressive group hasn’t actually invaded.
After humans are finally integrated into galactic culture, some issues crop up.
“Did you clean the waste facility?” the Janitorial Supervisor asks.
“Well, I would have,” the human starts, then proceeds to tell an outrageous story about a cleaning bot with a knife strapped to its back which has the entire crew searching the ship for hours. The entire crew except for the humans.
The Captain finds the humans “searching” the self-poisoning cabinet in one of the crew quarters.
“Oh my god,” the First Officer says, on seeing the Captain’s dust-speckled upper ears. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you really fell for that. Stabby is a cryptid, Harold!”
The Captain’s name is not Harold, but that is another, even longer story.
The Captain exhales. “What is a cryptid?”
The assistant medical officer sits up straighter, his drink sloshing dangerously. The Captain has learned what “a gleam in his eye” means and how to detect it. They sit, resigned. There’s no escaping now.
An hour later, the Captain explains the concept of cryptids in considerably less detail to the embarrassed and confused Supervisor. Along with the concept of lying.
“But how do you know the difference?” the Supervisor asks, wringing their tentacles in mixed embarrassment and worry.
“Find another human,” the Captain advises. “Check for signs of mirth.”
This turns out to be prescient, because on their next planetary stop, two of the human field officers come running back into the base camp, out of breath and without the rest of their scouting team.
“Nasty buggers with teeth!” one gasps. Though the other officers appear skeptical, the Captain glances at the First Officer, who is already setting down her meal and grabbing her favorite flamethrower. The assistant medical officer yanks his kit straps over his shoulders, face grim.
“Arm yourselves,” the Captain tells the rest.
It takes about four hours, but they get everyone back more or less intact. The humans change the sign in the rec room on the ship to read: “Us: 6, Them: 0″. There is a ritual raising of liquor-filled glasses, even by the injured who are forbidden self-poisoning. The Captain begins temporary hibernation very relieved that humans are so willing to count other species as “us”.
When they ask the First Officer about it two cycles later, the First Officer looks confused, then knowing.
“My great grandmother remembers when you first showed up. They picked your people for first contact for a reason, didn’t they?”
“We look the most like you.”
“Yeah, well, that was a bad call. Gran says humans debated for months whether or not you were just other humans with good prosthetic makeup.”
The Captain blinks at this. “Most peoples are shocked and upset to learn the rest of the sentient universe does not share their appearance. Wait.” They pause. “Is that why we had so many applicants for the Janitorial position?”
The First Officer ignores that, as she usually does when the Captain doesn’t really want to know the answer.
“Do you know why cryptids exist? Why horror and violence and monsters exist in our stories?” she asks instead.
The Captain twitches both sets of ears ‘no’. “It seems unnecessary to frighten yourselves over things that don’t exist.”
“But nasty buggers with teeth do exist, even if we haven’t met them yet,” she says grimly. “And we were ready, weren’t we?”
It’s true. The humans on board have been terrifyingly adaptable, even in their violence.
The Captain feels their way carefully. “You think about things that don’t exist… sometimes even things that distress and terrify you… so that you can be ready when you face real things that distress and terrify you?”
“See, this is why you’re the Captain, Harold.” The First Officer slaps their shoulder hump cheerfully, careful to avoid the spines. “And better yet, we share the things we imagine with each other. It’s like a mental vaccine.”
“And it works?”
“Eh, sometimes. It’s not perfect. Sometimes we don’t mark our vaccines properly, or don’t realize we’re adding things we didn’t mean to. Some of them have a bad effect on some people, for various reasons. But we joined the galactic community in less than a generation. Has any other species ever done that?”
As someone who appreciates this category more than most I am so disappointed Suicide Squad won. Yes, they were able to reimagine well known comic book characters. But the time and effort that goes into building and creating creature/alien makeup/prosthetics is incredible. Out of all the “upsets” this one really hit me the most. It shouldn’t have even been nominated. As a self taught makeup artist I can and have done the makeup for several of the characters from suicide squad. The makeup for star trek beyond is another story. It takes years to reach the skill level and an incredibly creative mind to create such breathtaking creatures, and that’s why they should have won. Sadly extraordinary talent lost to the equivalent of what was my wannabe punk rock/ goth makeup goals of 8th grade.
Suzanne, I want you to know that your possession makeup was KILLER. You did SO MUCH WORK in just two days! I learned SO MUCH from you, especially in that first episode. I think the thing that I miss about you the most was your smile. FaceOff was such a grand adventure for you and you had SO MUCH FUN! Meanwhile I kept forgetting, but every time you giggled and grinned, it was a huge reminder. I need to keep that in mind in life in general. Don’t forget to have FUN! Yeah, this is hard. Sure. No doubt. But that never stopped you! Cheers to you, you powerful woman! I hope your son is super proud!
Makeups that I’ve helped with/been responsible for thus far!!!
OOF. Five episodes. I want to take a moment and recap, because I wanted to explain something. I am so grateful for still being around. Yeah, these makeups are far less than perfect, we only had 20 hours total (and only 15 hours for a few) to complete the makeups, so…. for what we’ve created so far, I am quite happy indeed.
Five episodes later, I’m still here. By some magic miracle, I’m still hanging in there, and I could not be more shocked. This last episode, I was completely prepared to pack my bags. I swung, and I missed, and on top of everything, I was extra responsible for everyone as foreman. So I was prepared for the consequences.
I cannot thank everyone enough for supporting me through this adventure. I cannot thank SyFy and FaceOff and the judges for allowing the greenhorn to stick around. I feel like I will carry with me what I learned for years and years.
Madonna’s 1998 album, “Ray of Light,” bore many gifts, not least of which was the friendship between Billy Eichner and Robin Lord Taylor.
Mr. Eichner, Emmy-nominated at last for “Billy on the Street” and currently starring in Hulu’s “Difficult People,” and Mr. Taylor, a breakout star as the Penguin on Fox’s “Gotham,” which returns Sept. 28, first met in their sophomore year at Northwestern University, at a release party (of college-aged sorts) for the album given by Mr. Eichner. As roommates in New York in the early 2000s, they started their own live comedy talk show, “Creation Nation,” in the basements of bookstores and bars.
The first “Billy on the Street” videos, with Mr. Eichner surprising passers-by with questions and games and Mr. Taylor often holding the camera, were a popular recurring segment. “Creation Nation” put them on the very map they’d been studying since childhood, and today, they each wreak havoc, via their respective shows, on the citizens of this fair city.
Over lunch at Tavern on the Green, in their signature rhythm and ratio, Mr. Taylor, 39, and Mr. Eichner, 38 — who will also soon appear in FX’s “American Horror Story: Cult” — recalled cherished VHS tapes, the glory days of gay night life, and apartments with curtains for doors.
This conversation has been edited and condensed.
ROBIN LORD TAYLOR I was at the student union, and my booth was next to Billy’s. Billy was telling jokes about, I swear, like, Elaine Stritch and Jennifer Holliday. I think it was something about the Tonys that year, maybe?
BILLY EICHNER I don’t remember that at all.
TAYLOR My back was to Billy’s back, and I remember hearing him and being like, “That’s exactly the kind of conversation I came to Northwestern for. I’m gonna make you my best friend.”
EICHNER He came to this “Ray of Light” party and he was this little boy from Iowa, and he wore these fake cat ears that I guess you could buy at Bloomingdale’s at the time? And I was like, “No. Who’s that person? I’m not into it.”
TAYLOR I knew you were going to bring up the cat ears.
EICHNER To this day, I don’t understand why you would walk in with cat ears.
TAYLOR I was from a very small town, I had just come out of the closet, and it was very proto-radical faerie, without the hallucinogens.
EICHNER It was like our generation’s version of cutting. Months later, we decided to move to a bigger apartment and we needed a fifth roommate. They were like, “That guy Robin said he would take it,” and I was against it. But we were desperate. To make matters worse, we had to move in the summer before junior year, and Robin and I had to live — just the two of us.
TAYLOR I had a car.
EICHNER And I was like, “Well, that’s something.” So we would go to the mall, and we would go shopping, and we’d go to the movies.
TAYLOR It was “Living Out Loud” that did it, I think.
EICHNER There was a series of movies we went to see that normal college-aged men were not going to see in the Midwest: “Living Out Loud,” with Holly Hunter and Danny DeVito; “Isn’t She Great,” with Bette Midler and Nathan Lane. We were the only people in the theater, opening weekend of “Isn’t She Great” at the Old Orchard Shopping Mall. We would watch movies at home; we’d watch “Truth or Dare,” and I had a VHS of this thing called “The Oscars’ Greatest Moments.”
TAYLOR We memorized that tape.
EICHNER He was this quiet closeted gay boy in Iowa, and I was this louder closeted gay guy in New York City, but we were both locked in our rooms watching cable TV and sucking it all in. When we found each other, it was like, “Wait, you’re interested in —— ?”
TAYLOR Like, a “Whales of August” joke.
EICHNER We were theater majors in a suburb of Chicago and we were being gay and going to gay bars for the first time, together. Then we caught the last gasp of great New York gay night life. We could go out every night of the week.
TAYLOR And we did.
EICHNER Tuesday nights we’d go to Beige at B Bar. We both met boyfriends at Beige. We’d go to Spa on Thursdays, Starlight and The Cock on Friday, and then ——
TAYLOR Opaline is in there somewhere.
EICHNER Opaline on Saturday, or the Roxy. We were doing ecstasy, and it was the days of big club DJs ——
EICHNER Twilo, Junior Vasquez. We partied, and I’m so glad we did, because it doesn’t really exist at the moment, and we couldn’t do it now. Except, I still do it. I shouldn’t do it. It’s a bad look.
TAYLOR We lived in this crazy loft two blocks south of the World Trade Center. No doors, no walls — just curtains.
EICHNER Ten days before 9/11, we moved.
TAYLOR We lived for about five years, then, in Chelsea. I was doing commercials and little things here and there. I mostly played stoner skater types.
EICHNER I’d gone to a ton of open calls and never got anything. I was temping and bartending. No one was taking me seriously.
TAYLOR Billy was sitting on the couch one evening and asked if I would like to make something together. He even had the title, “Creation Nation.” I was sold immediately. We took where we were in our lives, and created these heightened versions of ourselves.
EICHNER I created this angry, irrationally passionate persona that “Billy on the Street” grew out of, which is not close to me. It’s coming from somewhere, I guess, but it’s very much a character.
TAYLOR I was playing a closeted actor, refusing to come out.
EICHNER Robin’s in the very first video. You can watch it on YouTube. At the end he’s running around with me.
TAYLOR I remember when the woman chased us onto the subway. Billy had yelled “Lucy Liu” in her face and she was screaming for the police.
EICHNER I told Robin to stick the tape in your underwear or something?
TAYLOR It’s funny: our current projects are the closest we’ve ever been to working on very similar things.
EICHNER I think he’s so brilliant on that show, but I’m not a superhero person. Robin would call me and tell me what’s happening on “Gotham” and I’d be like, “Dude, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You walk with that cane and put on that prosthetic makeup, and I’m gonna go write some jokes.” Now, I’m on “American Horror Story,” and I honestly do — he would call me and tell me about these violent scenes he had to do, how you have to choreograph it, how much time it takes — I have a new appreciation for it. Our careers also never were a source of tension between us, ever. There was no friction. Maybe friction because I didn’t clean the apartment.
TAYLOR Well, just that time you vacuumed vomit into the non-wet dry vac.
EICHNER I was the roommate who paid half the rent that he paid and still wouldn’t clean. I always had a great sense of entitlement.
TAYLOR Billy has always been completely unafraid to speak his mind and tell people what he believes. And that’s something I struggle with.
EICHNER I do feel like I’ve made Robin meaner, in a good way. When I met Robin, he was wearing those stupid cat ears, and he wanted everyone to like him. If I taught Robin anything, it’s that not everyone needs to like you. Granted, everyone does love Robin. He’s, like, the nicest person in the entire world. Not everyone loves me, but I think between the two of us, it’s a yin and yang.
TAYLOR All I want to give Billy would just be a connection to love and family. I just want to be a constant in his life and a connection to someone who loves him unconditionally.
EICHNER That’s nice. I said I made people hate him! But that’s why this works.
Revenge of the Sith | Tidbit Tuesday | The Art of Getting Burned
The application process of the prosthetic makeup took over 3 hours and had to be repeated each time it’s used because the pieces were very delicate and couldn’t be re-used. The prosthetics were made of foam latex, which is a very soft, spongy material, and the edges were tissue thin so that the make-up artists could lose them into the skin. They had to meticulously put it all in like an artist would paint an oil painting. Because skin is translucent and foam latex is opaque they had to trick the camera into thinking that it could actually see all the blood beneath the surface of the skin, and all the veins, freckles and so on.
When the makeup was removed at the end of the day, the whole piece was destroyed including every piece that they stuck on that was meticulously artworked and detailed with highlights and shadow.