Honoring Hooper – The Horror Community Pays Tribute to the Great Tobe Hooper
One of my favorite memories of Tobe is when he was walking down a sidewalk towards the cafe where we were meeting for lunch. Not a tall man, and with his signature Dutch boy haircut, he was shuffling along, his head bobbing and weaving, his lips subtly moving in a conversation only he knew. His eyes dodged and darted around, seeing and registering images, photos, bits and pieces of ephemera to be used later, maybe? He looked like a little boy, lost in his imagination. My grandmother used to call such daydreaming “skylarkin’“.
Of course, once he sat down, he was sharp and observational. I read aloud a script I’d written and had pitched him on. For more than an hour, he had lunch, listened carefully, praised the work, gave notes, and had a good time. Because he never loved anything more than a good story. Because he knew, of course, better than almost anybody, how to tell one.
With love and affection,
– Caroline Williams
Photo Credit: Mike Manikowski
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