“Being the youngest of five children, Erin Elizabeth Fraser grew up desperately seeking attention. She holds a Bachelor of Arts with a major in Film Studies and a minor in Comparative Literature. Currently she works for the Metro Cinema Society where she does a variety of things, including their volunteer coordination and social media. While at Metro she sits on the Repertory Programming Committee where she curates two monthly series: Graphic Content: A Comic Book Film Series, along with her partner Matt Bowes, and Reel Family Cinema. Additionally, she is a staff writer for the feminist comics webzine Sequential Tart and, along with Paul Matwychuk and Heather Noel, the bi-weekly cohost of the podcast Trash, Art, and the Movies. When not working on her various pop culture pursuits, she devotes her time to obsessively adding to her culinary repertoire and amassing a large vintage dress collection.”
As I am writing this, my girlfriend is giving me guff for seeing Batman: The Dark Knight Rises without her. Yes, we did have plans, yes they fell through twice and yes it wasn’t as good as it could have been. But hey, aren’t there more important things to give me guff about? Like destroying her favourite frying pan or killing one of her plants or teaching her dog how to swear in Spanish? My point is that I’m pretty sure that Erin Fraser would be annoyed if her partner did it as well. Not with Batman though…maybe with this? And now, for some reason, I feel like I owe them both an apology. The power of guff transcends logic! ANYWAY!
I sometimes work with Erin at the Metro Shorts gig that Mostly Water runs. I first met her over a hunded years ago when the Metro Cinema Society was working out of Zeidler Hall in the Citadel Theatre building. From the start, I liked working with her. I like it because it is more than a job for her, it is like a drug/religion/dreamscape utopia. Everything in her life seems to revolve around movies or the things that she loves. Ostensibly, she turned all her hobbies in to jobs and did so with hard work and a wealth of knowledge. You want to talk movies? Ask this girl. You want to talk comics? Fax her some questions. Prefer medieval joke poetry over the Danish translation of Guess What We Found In Judith by Kenneth Edward Toddley? Don’t even bring it up because that book doesn’t exist.
As a side note, I think that was my first ‘comparative literature’ joke ever. I’ll give it a B-.
If you would give yourself a nickname what would it be?
If you could switch one body part with anyone else in the world living or dead, who and what would it be?
This could verge on vulgar, but Rita Hayworth’s breasts. When the press asked her what held up her strapless dress during her “Put the Blame on Mame” number in Gilda she answered, “two things.” I’d like some of that exquisite sass.
In five words, describe your most uncomfortable dream.
Teeth loosening or Wonder Woman.
What is your favourite word?
Nombril (French for bellybutton).
What does that word smell like?
What is your spirit animal?
If ghosts existed, would you want to meet one? If so, what would you ask it?
Sure! Can you speak?
If you could share a bottle of alcohol with anyone who has ever existed, who would it be and what would you drink?
William Powell, Manhattans. Ideally, Myrna Loy and my boyfriend would also join us and we’d have a cocktail drinking competition. Guaranteed Powell and Loy would put us to shame with their epic appetite for liquor and witty banter.
What would you rather have as a pet: A dragon, a unicorn Pegasus or Ezra Levant?
A dragon; I’d name him Orson. Like his namesake I’d feed him a steak dinner everyday for lunch.
Finally, if you could live your life over again with guaranteed success, what would you do?
Probably the same thing. But with guaranteed success: the movie theatre would be packed every night, I’d have an encyclopedic knowledge of the comics medium, and be on my way to becoming a well respected film critic.