Some Filmmakers Go Into A Film And

Somehow You've Been Voted Something For A Magazine, And It's A Complete Mystery To Me. I Wake Up And I Have To Look At That Head When I Brush My Teeth Every Morning, You Know. And It's Weird. And It's Unpleasant At Times.

I Can't Tell My Self That I'm A Serious Actor. But I'm Serious Person.

I Literally Went From Being Unable To Play My Rent To Being On A Plane The Next Day, Being Paid Peanuts.

I Was Poisoning Myself With Alcohol And Medicating Myself. I Was Trying To Numb Things. I Was Trying Not To Feel Things, And That's Ridiculous. It's One Of The Dumbest Things You Can Do, Because All You're Doing Is Postponing The Inevitable. Someday You'll Have To Look All Those Things In The Eye Rather Than Try To Numb The Pain.

The Challenge For Me Is Still To Do Something That Hasn't Been Beaten Into The Movie Going Consciousness. Otherwise What Am I In It For?