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The childhood hell of ‘The Lost Boys’
Quote:The day Corey Feldman met Corey Haim, when they were 14 years old and preparing to work together on the film “The Lost Boys,” they bonded instantly. Both were young Jewish actors who often competed for the same roles. They shared a first name and even a favorite number, sort of. Haim’s was 222. Feldman’s was 22.
As they spoke, it became clear that they also shared horrific histories of abuse.
Haim confided in his new friend that on the set of the 1986 film “Lucas,” “an adult male convinced him that it was perfectly normal for older men and younger boys in the business to have sexual relations, that it was what all the guys do. So they walked off to a secluded area between two trailers . . . and Haim allowed himself to be sodomized.”
Haim then followed this shocking tale with a question.
“So,” he said to his new bestie. “I guess we should play around like that, too?”
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Feldman from ‘The Goonies’ in 1985Photo: Everett Collection
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In “Coreyography,” Feldman — one of Hollywood’s top child actors in the 1980s with hits like “Stand By Me,” “The Lost Boys,” “Gremlins” and “The Goonies” — shares tales of his own abuse at the hands of trusted adults throughout his Hollywood experience.
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Feldman from ‘Stand by Me’ in 1986Photo: Everett Collection
Along the way, he recounts his often twisted friendship with Haim — the two spent their teen years partying and living with their molesters (and no, Feldman writes, he did not take Haim up on his suggestion) — as well as his friendship with Michael Jackson, which, in a sign of how screwed up Feldman’s life was, served as one of his healthiest and most supportive relationships.
Feldman’s troubles began at home. His mother, Sheila, was a former Playboy model with severe depression and drug issues, and his father, Bob, had been in a post-hit version of ’60s one-hit wonders Strawberry Alarm Clock and only seemed to care about his son when they were getting high together.
Sheila began telling Feldman how flawed he was at age 4, when she dyed his hair blond, saying, “You were supposed to be blond.” She also tortured him about his weight, calling him fat and eventually force-feeding him diet pills.
When she caught him sneaking two cookies when he was 5, she made him stand facing a wall for an hour, then went off, Feldman writes, on an insane verbal rant.
“You have no right to disrespect me like this . . . you ungrateful s – - t,” she railed before somehow segueing to, “Do you realize that most women would die to look like this after two kids? Look at these t – - s,” she said, cupping her breasts toward him.
By the time he was 7, Feldman was working as a commercial actor and was relied on as the family bread-winner. He was banned from ever riding a bicycle because, his mother told him, he couldn’t afford to be injured. “You have responsibilities now,” she said.
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Unsurprisingly, the starved-for-love Feldman began acting out on-set and became regarded by some as a brat. When he was fired from a TV movie, his mother forced him to remove his clothes as she reached for “a long wooden dowel . . . [that acted] as a window stop.”
“ ‘How could you f – - – ing do this to me?’ she screams. She is out of control, wild-eyed, like an animal. Her face is bright red and blotchy, her cheeks are streaked with mascara. ‘You know I need this f – - – ing money. I will kill you. I will f – - – ing kill you, you worthless piece of s – - t.”
Feldman tried to hide under his little brother’s crib as his mother shoved the dowel toward him.
“She’s bent at the waist, ramming the pole under the cotton eyelet dust ruffle . . . jabbing at my ribs, my arms, my face,” he writes. “My skin is raw and bleeding. I think that, maybe, she is serious. She really does want to kill me. Then everything goes black.”
Later that week, she taunts him further.
“ ‘I’m going to kill you.’ My mother delivers this line in a sing-song cadence, like she’s suggesting we go to a picnic, or make balloon animals, or fly a kite in Chatsworth Park. ‘On Saturday,’ she says, with a wink.”
http://nypost.com/2013/10/19/the-childho...lost-boys/
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The childhood hell of ‘The Lost Boys’
