This is a sad, sad reflection on our times, when people must feed off the carcasses of beloved stories from their youths-just because they can’t think of an original idea of their own, like I did with my Avengers idea that I made up myself.
Every writer loves the idea of being able to go in and fix a problem and then leave without obligation. It’s fun!
Every kid who hated grownups becomes a grownup. Well, except the ones who died.
Let’s put it this way: If a raccoon can carry a movie, then they believe maybe even a woman can.
I find that when you read a script, or rewrite something, or look at something that’s been gone over, you can tell, like rings on a tree, by how bad it is, how long it’s been in development.
Casting is storytelling.
Someone else’s loss is my chocolatey goodness.
We have done the impossible. And that makes us mighty.
Every day’s a negotiation and sometimes it’s done with guns.
You know, I always was an early morning or late night writer. Early morning was my favorite; late night was because you had a deadline. And at four in the morning you make up some of your most absurd jokes.
What ‘Scream’ was great at was presenting ironic detachment and then making you actually care about the people that were having it, and juxtaposing it with their situation, all in the service of making a great horror movie. It was fresh.
Dr. Banner, your work is unparalleled. And I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous, green rage monster.
Because to me, there is no logic of any kind behind misogyny. Therefore, it’s funny, because it’s so completely random to me. It’s senseless.
Time is what turns kittens into cats.
You are talking crazy-person talk. Put your words in word places please.
We need narrative; it feeds us in a particular way, and deconstructing it completely before you’ve actually experienced it, I think it leaves us unfed.
If you’re going to make a science fiction movie, then have a hover craft chase, for God’s sake.
Two things that matter to me. Emotional resonance and rocket launchers.
Cordelia: I personally don’t think it’s possible to come up with a crazier plan. Oz: We attack the Mayor with hummus. Cordelia: I stand corrected. Oz: Just keeping things in perspective.
Don’t give me songs, give me something to sing about!