A Film That Can Be Described In

It's Obvious That I Must Explain What I Want From An Actor, But I Don't Want To Discuss Everything I Ask Him To Do, Because Often My Requests Are Completely Instinctive And There Are Things I Can't Explain. It's Like Painting: You Don't Know Why You Use Pink Instead Of Blue. You Simply Feel That's How It Should Be - Pink. Then The Phone Rings And You Answer It. When You Come Back, You Don't Want Pink Anymore And You Use Blue - Without Knowing Why. You Can't Help It; That's Just The Way It Is.

I Think People Talk Too Much; That's The Truth Of The Matter. I Do. I Don't Believe In Words. People Use Too Many Words And Usually Wrongly. I Am Sure That In The Distant Future People Will Talk Much Less And In A More Essential Way. If People Talk A Lot Less, They Will Be Happier. Don't Ask Me Why.

The Women I Like, No Matter What Nationality, All Seem To Have More Or Less The Same Qualities. Perhaps This Is Because One Goes Looking For Them - That Is, You Like That Type Of Woman And Then Look For Her.

Take Einstein; Wasn't He Looking For Something Stable And Changeless In This Enormous, Constantly Changing Melting Pot That Is The Universe? He Sought Fixed Rules. Today, Instead, It Would Be Helpful To Find All Those Rules That Show How And Why The Universe Is Not Fixed - How This Dynamism Develops And Acts. Then Maybe We Will Be Able To Explain Many Things, Perhaps Even Art, Because The Old Instruments Of Judgment, The Old Aesthetics, Are No Longer Of Any Use To Us - So Much So That We No Longer Know What's Beautiful And What Isn't.

It Isn't Easy To Understand The Lives Of People Different From Your Own.