Posted on 13/07/07
A little chop, a little slash
'I can't move my face," groans Vincent Han, cupping his cheek as if he has a toothache. On closer inspection, the 19-year-old Bloor Cinema doorman appears to have gashes stretching from one side of his jaw line to the other, with blood trickling down his neck like a melting cherry candy cane. But the blood and gore is fake, just like it is in the movies screening at the theatre.
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