Craig Chester

A few years ago I made, I directed my first movie.

Sort of a big gay, goofy, romantic comedy with like line dancing and all this crazy stuff.

Very R-rated humor.

And Hollywood saw my movie and thought maybe they could bring me out there and I could make big, dumb, goofy, R-rated Hollywood movies.

So I'd been an actor to this point.

I'd never made any money and I thought well maybe I'll go out there, but I didn't know what to do.

So a friend of mine suggested I go see a psychic on the Upper East Side named Reverend Catherine.

So I'd never been to a psychic before, but I thought, you know, what the hell.

So I'm sitting across from her and I'm going on about my career and my life and the whole time I'm talking to her, she's looking over my shoulder at something that's not there.

And finally she speaks and she says, none of what you're talking about is important.

There's a spirit of a dead gay actor around you.

Your next movie is going to be about this man.

Who could this be?

So I start throwing out some names.

I'm like, is it Anthony Perkins?

Is it Rock Hudson?

She's like, no, he doesn't like Rock Hudson.

Is it Montgomery Clift?

And she's like, oh, he's jumping up and down and saying, that's me, that's me, I'm Montgomery Clift.

So for 45 minutes, Catherine uses herself as like a magical human iPhone to receive texts from beyond.