After several years and a few major offers, Rome’s comedy group decided to make an internet film. It was broken up into five ten minute segments and spoofed teen horror films of the 70’s. It took place at a summer camp and featured the cast all showing up to become counselors before being killed off one by one. Frankly, I think they just stole most of the jokes from ‘Wet Hot American Summer’ but the thing has a cult following now and you inevitably get flamed for saying so. Rome, now about 16 or so, had a fairly minor role that included a gratuitous sex scene. I’ll just get this out of the way now…yes, this is what turned me onto Rome all those years ago. Who knows what makes one particular filming of two people screwing any different from another? Is it because we can relate to it better? Because it stirs us the way a scene of someone dying isn’t as moving as our favorite hero’s last words? Whatever the answer, in the first few months of the movie it was all people could or would talk about. Those who’d never forgotten Rome reminded everyone else and everyone new to Rome began to wonder when she’d turn 18. I was fourteen when I saw her and not even watching the actual film. A porn site had spliced out her particular scene (to save everyone time) and you could link to it directly. There wasn’t anything private shown, no nipples and no skin that wasn’t somewhat safe to be watched at work. But between the moaning and the gyrating, Rome Facepage’s entry to fame could still get your imagination purring.
