A Lot Of Weird Things Happen To

Press Junkets Are Incredibly Annoying. You Sit In A Chair For Three To Six Hours And Have Different Journalists Shuttle In For Three Minutes At A Time, Asking Cheesy Movie Questions To Get A Quick Sound Bite - And That's Their Only Objective. You Can't Really Move Or Eat. You're Just Stuck There. It's Pressure, Constant Pressure.

I Want To Express Myself To Feel That What I Feel Is Real. My Joy, My Pain, My Anger.

The Thing Is, When We Do Fight Scenes, When We Kill People In The Movies, They Bring In Experts To Choreograph It Bit By Bit, Because You Can't Really Kill Someone, And You Don't Want To Really Hurt Them.

You Get Angry - Death Does That.

A Lot Of Weird Things Happen To Me. People Call Out To Me On The Street And I Figure I Know Them, And I Walk Over. And Then They Start To Talk About A Movie, And I Get So Embarrassed. Sometimes They Think I'm Lorraine Bracco Or Laura San Giacomo Or Marisa Tomei. I'm Sure It Happens To Them All The Time, Too.