Whoever knew Michael John Douglas could be so mean?
You might know him better, as Michael Keaton.
Keaton and Michelle Monaghan star in the intense thriller Blindsided (Cinedigm), an unforgettable, pulse-pounding mystery that will leave viewers breathless. For some reason, the film’s official name was Penthosue North.
We’ll share a bit: Blindsided follows journalist Sara (Monaghan), who lost her vision while on assignment in Iraq.
It’s New Year’s Eve in New York City and every one’s getting ready to party. Watching, waiting, a man called Hollander (portrayed by Michael Keaton) has a different kind of party in mind. Alone in her
high-rise apartment, Sara (Michelle Monaghan) has no idea that her boyfriend was a thief. But what he stole—and from whom—is about to put her life on the line. Trapped in the penthouse with Hollander and his sadistic partner, these two will kill, maim, tear the place apart to find a fortune in diamonds. While the party rages outside, inside Sara fights desperately for her life. It’s kill or be killed in a pulse-pounding, non-stop fight to the finish. Think a modern day Wait Until Dark.
We’ll share some more: Keaton was born in Forest Grove, Pennsylvania. He attended Montour High School, then studied speech for two years at Kent State, before dropping out and moving to Pittsburgh. He worked on the crew at the local PBS station in Pittsburgh, “making like $2.25 an hour or something. ” Major job: Working on Mr. Rogers’ show.
Keaton recalls: “He was funny, just deceptively funny. So authentic, but also so unusual. When you work there, you kind of do everything. And when you did his show, you did everything from pull cable for the cameras, to running the trolley, to dressing up in the black-and-white panda suit for 25 bucks. What people don’t realize is what his crew looked like—they almost all had hair down to their lower backs, one guy just dripped with patchouli and marijuana smoke, worse than Tom Petty. But everyone was really funny and would do these insane things—and Fred just loved them. And they loved him back.
“One day, we were taping, and Fred comes in, and starts singing, ‘It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day . . . ‘, puts the shoes down here, goes to hang up the sweater in the closet. And he’s singing, and he opens the door—and there’s his floor manager, Nick, this big guy with his long goatee, pierced ears, hair all over the place, totally nude, just standing there naked in the closet. Well, Fred just fell down; it was the most hysterical thing you’ve ever seen. He was totally cool.”
Cool recollection; caught us blindsided.