If you love cinema as much as I do, and not many people do, and if you are focused and actually have something to offer, you will get somewhere with it.
What the internet has done is destroy film criticism. I would never have guessed that the profession of film criticism would be going the way of the dodo bird.
I won’t even think about acting in a role where I didn’t do a back story for a character.
I really become the characters when I’m writing them. I’ll become one or two of them more than others, I’m consistent that way.
I’ll write for a while and then I’ll find an appropriate song and in a weird way the music will keep me in the mood. I find music to define the mood of the movie, the rhythm the movie is going to play in.
If you’re trying to drop ten pages from a screenplay, it hurts like hell, but if you just put it away for a month and then take it out, you can do it just like that!
I’ve always equated the writing process with editing, sort of like when I get through editing the movie, that’s like my last draft of the screenplay.
I don’t want to be an old-man filmmaker, making old-man movies, and I don’t want to be the one not to know when to leave the party.
I’ve never used High Definition video, never, ever, ever, ever, ever. And I never will. I can’t stand that crap.
Superman didn’t become Superman. Superman was born Superman. When Superman wakes up in the morning, he’s Superman. His alter ego is Clark Kent. Clark Kent is how Superman views us. And what are the characteristics of Clark Kent? He’s weak... he’s unsure of himself... he’s a coward. Clark Kent is Superman’s critique on the whole human race.
There are two ways: my way and the highway.
I’ve never considered myself a writer writing stuff to sell, but as a director who writes stuff for himself to direct.
He’s reading it pretty good, but he’s still reading it from the page, and every once in a while he stumbles over his words.
Say ‘auf wiedersehen’ to your nazi balls.
Keepin’ you at a disadvantage, is a advantage I intend to keep.
When it comes to some of them mean bastards out there, it’s the only thing does the job. You really only need to hang mean bastards. But mean bastards, you need to hang.
Foreign films, Cliff thought, were more like novels. They didn’t care if you liked the main character or not. And Cliff found that intriguing.
No, he wants to help me get into Italian movies.” Quick comeback from Cliff: “Then what’s the problem?” Rick screams, “I gotta do fuckin’ Italian movies, that’s the goddamn fuckin’ problem!
Oh, and Miss Himmelsteen, short of my wife and kids dead on the highway, hold all my calls. In fact, if my wife and kids are dead, well, they’ll all be just as dead thirty minutes from now, so hold all my calls.
Rick, who was in his floaty chair in the swimming pool at the time of the attack, was almost shot by the hippie girl with the pistol. He later told authorities, “That goddamn hippie almost blew my fuckin’ head off!