If there is any message to my work, it is ultimately that it’s ok to be different.
Most people are really nuts and that’s fascinating to me.
America is dumb, it’s like a dumb puppy that has big teeth that can bite and hurt you, aggressive.
All men would be cowards if they only had the courage.
I condition myself to believe that once the scene is done, once the movie is done, my job is done, and whatever happens after that is none of my business.
I think everybody’s nuts.
It’s an odd thing when there is a fan page for my daughter who is not yet 13.
I’m not Blockbuster Boy.
I don’t want to run around and look at a shot through a monitor. That doesn’t improve what I’m trying to do. I figure, once I’ve done my job, it’s none of my business.
My experience with Sondheim has been nothing but glorious, especially for a guy who doesn’t sing.
I remember in that red leisure suit I sort of felt like a Pizza Hut employee, and the white one was the ultimate, with the white turtleneck collar, that was the ultimate in bad taste.
You never think you’re on the verge of disaster while you’re looking over the edge yourself. It’s your friends and family who are trying to get you to stop destroying yourself and after a while it kind of sank in and I just cleaned up my act.
The ultimate for me would be to do a feature that didn’t require any narrative structure.
Pretty much any drug you can name, I’ve done it.
At Last My Arm Is Completee Again XD.
Ironically, it was only maybe a year prior to Tim calling I had re-read Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, and what I took away from it was these very strange, little cryptic nuggets that he’d thrown in there.
Obviously, technology is moving and reshaping itself, radically, every day. We’re all capable of answering that question within ourselves. Would you do it for the person that you love? Would you be married to a hard drive, essentially?
You can go out and try to do the best work that you can do within the context of what that is, but it’s really gotta be about the work and what you’re focusing on.
For me, the question was, how can one take a live-action performance and put it in the parameter of one of those cartoons? How much can you get away with?
It’s absolutely fine when Wile E. Coyote walks in with a band-aid on his head, after a 3,000-pound rock is dropped on him. That is what Ed Wood meant by the suspension of disbelief.