I’m obsessed with things that are distinctly analogue.
Obviously with the Internet and increased access to other means of watching shows, the audience has dispersed and is all over the place and that is a challenge.
I mean, my dad’s a television producer, and I knew I could get a job as an assistant or a reader with one of his friends, but it wasn’t exactly what I wanted to do.
I don’t think anyone wants a movie on time that’s not worth your time.
The Internet now provides an immediate and very clear consensus of what it is that the audience is experiencing. It’s something that you should never let lead you, and yet at the same time, you should never ignore it.
I’m not trying to be coy or manipulative or Machiavellian, I want to spark people’s imaginations.
My work isn’t any more important than anything else in the family.
I guess the idea of not wanting to choose to direct a film, for which I’ve not read a script. It’s a tough decision to make without seeing any pages. That’s not to say that I don’t have all the faith in the world in the spectacular writers.
When there’s an authentic mystery, as opposed to just a question being asked, that’s what makes you lean forward.
When you go to commercial, you want something to call the viewers back, and if you don’t have a decent act out, the audience probably won’t be there in the numbers you want when the show returns.
Robotics are beginning to cross that line from absolutely primitive motion to motion that resembles animal or human behavior.
I don’t want to do something that is so inside that only die-hard fans will appreciate.
I think that even if you’re wondering if two characters are ever going to kiss, drawing out the inevitability is part of the fun. Whatever the genre happens to be.
I think that the success of the film is as much about it being something that families could share as anything else.
To be a self rewritten from a lost first draft.
Every story has at least a little truth in it. Every story comes from somewhere.
What begins at the water shall end there, and what ends there shall once more begin.
He can see the stars; he no longer has a need for the constellations.
It occurs to me that hearts and souls and lives can themselves be sites of unimaginable suffering.
All that ink, all that pigment, all that desperate action to preserve that which had been created – it is valuable because story is a fragile and ephemeral thing on its own, a thing that is easily effaced or disappeared or destroyed, and it is worth preserving.
Better a change than an end.