Personal details
- Birth Date: 1980-03-17
- Height: 5′ 11″ (1.80 m)
- Birth Location: Newport News, Virginia, USA
- Professions: Actor, Producer, Editor
Matt Mercer, born March 17, 1980, in Newport News, Virginia—yeah, that's a bit off the beaten path for a Hollywood story, but whatever, right? This guy's got his hands in all sorts of stuff: acting, producing, probably juggling flaming swords in his spare time. If you've seen "Contracted" (2013), you know the dude can do creepy like nobody's business. Body horror, paranoia, all that jazz—Mercer nails this guttural, raw performance that sticks with you long after the credits roll. Then there’s "Dementia: Part II" (2018), which, honestly, feels like a fever dream mashed together with some dark comedy. Mercer doesn’t just act—he basically helps drag the whole production across the finish line, oozing this B-movie charm that you don’t see every day. And yeah, "Jimmy and Stiggs" (2024) is a weird one. It’s this offbeat, almost surreal comedy that just kind of barrels through the usual indie movie formulas. Mercer isn't afraid to go weird—he practically thrives on it. What’s wild is how he bounces between genres, playing it straight one minute and going totally off the rails the next. The guy’s got range, for sure, plus a knack for picking these projects that are a little bit left of center. You want mainstream, look elsewhere. With Matt Mercer, you're signing up for a ride that's going to get weird, maybe gross, probably hilarious, and never boring. Just buckle up—you’ll thank me later.
Alright, let’s talk classic horror—the stuff that crawls under your skin and just kinda lingers there, ya know? We’re talking shadowy mansions, thunder that won’t quit, and people making the absolute worst decisions. There’s always a mad scientist or some ancient curse that nobody’s bothered to Google before poking around. The camera work? Grainy, moody, black-and-white perfection—like if your nightmares had a film department. Monsters are less CGI, more “guy in a rubber suit but somehow creepier.” The pacing drags you along, building tension so slow you barely notice you’re holding your breath. Maybe there’s a shrieking violin, or a door that creaks just a little too long. And, of course, someone’s always running upstairs when they really, really shouldn’t. By the end, you’re either chuckling at the melodrama or checking the locks twice. That’s the charm—old-school horror doesn’t let you look away.
March 17, 1980
5′ 11″ (1.80 m)
Konidela Ram Charan
Newport News, Virginia, USA
45 years old