I get a part in a movie. I act every once in a while, small bits in small films whenever I know the producer or the director. This time it’s the director.
In Killer of Sheep, Charles Burnett’s 1977 film set in LA after the Watts riots, there is a scene you may recall: a group of friends sit in a car outside a liquor store; on the hood rests a can of beer, and the man in the passenger seat reaches through the empty windshield to sip from it.
“Stephen and I went drinking and eating one night from Canal Street to Esplanade (the length of the French quarter). We spent hours talking about New Orleans and art, both of which I love.”
“A cat and mouse game between attraction and repulsion.”
On Michel Houellebecq’s Submission
“My dream of a movie is to end on a note of 100% ambivalence.”
“It’s so important to make your own little specks of peace around you. It’s a matter of being an idiot.”