This Is My Year Of The Remake.

I Wandered Around Not Knowing What I Was Doing In The Great Waldo Pepper And Feeling Pretty Lost, And They Rightly Cut My Part Down. I Don't Think I Was In Very Good Emotional Shape. I Think I Was A Bit Of A Mess. I'd Done About Six Movies Back-to-back, And Was In A State Of Complete Exhaustion.

God, George Bush Makes Me Want To Slash My Wrists. He's So Embarrassing I Have To Leave The Room When He's On The News. What A Monkey.

Peter Biskind's Easy Riders, Raging Bulls Was Made All About Drugs, When To Most Of Us, That Just Meant Pot And Magic Mushrooms. He Made It Seem Like We Were All Shooting Heroin Into Our Eyeballs. But That's Part Of The Whole '60s And What It Represented: Feminism And Civil Rights And Trying To Stop The War. Hopefully We're Starting To See Some Of That Optimism Again, Through The Excitement Around Barack Obama.

There's A Lot Of Bullshit In Peter Fonda's Autobiography. A Great Deal Of It Is Complete Fabrication.

I'm Not Really Into Horror Movies.