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Filmmakers Are Going To Make Films, Just Like Painters Are Going To Paint.

Editing Rooms Are Kind Of, By Definition, A Bubble Of You And The Editor And What You're Thinking. It's A Truth-telling Thing To Watch It Through Someone Else's Eyes, Is To Get Another Level Of Real With Your Material. Like, "maybe That's Not That Funny. Maybe That's Not As Interesting. Maybe That's Redundant To Something Else. Maybe We Can Cut Down." I Don't Know. It's A Brutal, Honest Process. You've Got To Be Pretty - You Can't Be Sentimental. You Have To Be. It's A Cold Process. You Can't Be Nostalgic. You Have To Make Those Tough Decisions.

It's Hard To See A Film One Time And Really "get It," And Write Fully And Intelligently About It. That's A Review. That's Not Film Criticism. And There's So Many Expectations Involved, Too. You're Going In To See The Latest Martin Scorsese Or Stanley Kubrick Film, You Really Have High Hopes, And You Can't Help But Find That It's Not Exactly What You Had In Your Head Going In. Until You Can Watch It Again, You Can't Accept The Work For What It Intends To Be. It Takes At Least A Second Viewing.

I Always Think That I’m Still This 13-year Old Boy That Doesn’t Really Know How To Be An Adult, Pretending To Live My Life, Taking Notes For When I’ll Really Have To Do It.

Yeah, A Memory's Never Finished, If You Really Think About It.