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I've Made Quite A Number Of Movies Like Castaway And A Few Others Where I'm The Only Guy In The Movie And The Only Place To Be Is Right Next To The Camera In Costume Ready To Go In Order To Get It. The Years, And More Specifically Probably The Four Months Prior To Beginning Shooting, Is Where The Big Preparation Is That The Director Does Because I Knew We Were Going To Get On The Set. And The Good News Is, If You're The Boss, If It Ain't Good, You Don't Use It. You Just Cut It Out.

The Average Movie Set Is The Least Political Arena On Earth. Nobody Bothers Talking About Politics Because, One, We All Love The Job So Much. You Don't Talk About Current Events. You Talk About Old Show Business Stories And Whether Or Not There's Gonna Be French Onion Dip At The Craft Services Table That Day.

I Know That My Work In This Case Is Magnified By The Fact That The Streets Of Heaven Are Too Crowded With Angels. We Know Their Names. They Number A Thousand For Each One Of The Red Ribbons That We Wear Here Tonight. They Finally Rest In The Warm Embrace Of The Gracious Creator Of Us All. A Healing Embrace That Cools Their Fevers, That Clears Their Skin, And Allows Their Eyes To See The Simple, Self-evident, Common Sense Truth That Is Made Manifest By The Benevolent Creator Of Us All...

But Actors With Political Views Are A Dime A Dozen.

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