CONVENTIONAL FILM NORMANYO ELIZABETH
The hotel ballroom buzzed with artificial excitement booths lined with horror merchandise, faded posters, and aging actors behind plastic tables. Among them sat Rachel Milligan, once the star of a cult slasher film. Now, she smiled politely behind her booth, surrounded by fans dressed as the killer from her one-hit movie. Her makeup was immaculate, but her face told a different story. Her lips were swollen and strange, as if stretched too far in a desperate attempt to stay relevant. Her eyes sparkled with the practiced cheer of someone who’s been smiling too long. “Hi, how are you?” she greeted each fan like a broken record, signing autographs and taking selfies. “Thank you so much.” Each camera flash hit her like a jolt, a reminder of who she used to be. The fans adored her or rather, the version of her frozen in time but their words barely registered anymore. One girl gushed about how iconic Rachel’s death scene was. Another just want...