Personal details
- Height: 5′ 10″ (1.78 m)
- Birth Location: Georgia, USA
- Professions: Producer, Production Manager
Kelley’s story doesn’t exactly play out like your typical Hollywood fairytale. Born and raised way out in rural North Georgia, he bolted for London when he was just 19—probably itching for something bigger than small-town living. Over there, he enrolled at The Lee Strasberg Institute. Not a bad move. He got to work with folks like Marianna Hill and Michael Billington, both of whom know their stuff. But, you know, life’s never a straight line. So after his stint across the pond, Kelley packed up and headed to New York City. That’s where Catherine Gaffigan took him under her wing. She’s tough, but she knows how to whip actors into shape. Funny how things work out. Kelley just happened to bump into one of his neighbors in New York, and next thing you know, he’s heading down south to Wilmington, North Carolina, chasing auditions and trying to snag that elusive Screen Actors Guild card. Things started rolling—he landed a gig in Stephen King’s The Night Flier back in '97. Not too shabby, right? But instead of sticking with acting, he switched gears, deciding he’d rather call the shots behind the camera. With a bunch of production credits stacking up, Kelley eventually made the pilgrimage to Los Angeles. There, he worked with some actual heavy-hitters—Bonnie Bruckheimer for one, plus a stint at Morgan Freeman’s Revelations Entertainment. These days, he’s all over the map, line producing feature films not just in the States but overseas too. Guy’s been everywhere, and if there’s a set, there’s a good chance he’s running the show.
Yeah, so the main character’s got roots in both Scandinavia and Ireland, which actually comes into play more than you’d expect. The story kicks off with him stuck in this weird limbo between two worlds—like, never really fitting in with either side of his heritage. His family’s got all these old-school traditions from both backgrounds, and honestly, he’s kinda over it. There’s a running joke about him not being able to stomach lutefisk or Irish whiskey, but it’s not just about food—it’s about identity. He keeps getting pulled into these wild situations, usually by his eccentric relatives, who are always arguing about whether Vikings or Celts were the bigger badasses. There’s drama, there’s comedy, and a lot of awkward family dinners. Eventually, he has to deal with some old family secrets that might connect the Scandinavian and Irish sides in ways nobody saw coming. It’s messy, it’s funny, and it’s got some real heart.
5′ 10″ (1.78 m)
Konidela Ram Charan
Georgia, USA