Personal details
- Height: 5′ 9″ (1.75 m)
- Professions: Actor, Producer, Writer
Carl Crew’s filmography is honestly kind of wild, and a bit underrated if you ask me. The Secret Life: Jeffrey Dahmer? Yeah, he went there. That movie dives headfirst into the twisted world of Dahmer, and Crew doesn’t sugarcoat anything. You feel the grime, the unease, the “why am I watching this but also can’t look away” vibe — it’s gritty, uncomfortable, and weirdly fascinating. Crew actually wrote and starred in it, so the guy basically threw himself into the deep end and dared you to follow. Not for the faint of heart, but if you’re into true crime stories that don’t pull punches, it’s a must-see. Then there’s The Forbidden Dimensions, which is a totally different beast. Sci-fi, time travel, end-of-the-world chaos, you name it, this thing probably has it. The plot jumps all over the place, but that’s part of the fun — it’s got that B-movie charm where you can tell everyone was just going for it, budget be damned. The special effects are a trip, the acting is a little campy, and honestly? That’s half the appeal. And don’t sleep on The Print. Not as well-known, sure, but it’s got Crew’s fingerprints all over it (pun absolutely intended). He’s not afraid to get weird, push boundaries, or make you squirm a little. Bottom line? Carl Crew’s movies aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, but if you love your cinema on the bizarre side, you’ll find something to dig here.
reference nLiving in Las Vegas, Nevada, feels like being inside a neon-lit fever dream that never hits pause. Casinos everywhere, people chasing luck at all hours, and the air just buzzes with that weird hope you’ll hit it big. The city’s basically a magnet for wild stories—folks come here to reinvent themselves or just get lost for a weekend. There’s more than the Strip, though. Out in the suburbs, it’s all palm trees, stucco houses, and the kind of heat that’ll melt your flip-flops if you step outside too long in July. You get drive-thru everything, even weddings. Plus, Red Rock Canyon is right there for hiking if you ever need to escape the slot machines and flashing lights. In Vegas, the days blur into nights, and, honestly, time feels kinda optional. It’s a weird, wild place to call home, but you can’t say it’s boring.
5′ 9″ (1.75 m)
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