I don’t think that you can fake warmth. You can fake lust, jealousy, anger; those are all quite easy. But actual, genuine warmth? I don’t think you can fake it.
Well, the thing about great fictional characters from literature, and the reason that they’re constantly turned into characters in movies, is that they completely speak to what makes people human.
I think quite often when you have a hell of a lot more money and time, as you very much do on a big studio film, you don’t necessarily have to make the decisions right there. You can always goback and reshoot it.
I’ve always gravitated towards people who are extreme. Whether its drugs, or kicking down doors. Normally, the people in my life had to escape to get back.
You already feel unsure of yourself, and then you see your worst fears in print. It really knocked me – which is why, I think, I was working, working, working, because I was trying to run away from the fact that I thought I couldn’t do it.
If only I wasn’t an atheist, I could get away with anything. You’d just ask for forgiveness and then you’d be forgiven. It sounds much better than having to live with guilt.
