I'm Not A Great Pothead Or Anything

It Really Depends On What The Screenplay Is Asking Of You, And What Your Responsibility Is To That Character. You Have The Author's Intent To Deal With, You Have The Filmmaker's Vision, And Then You Have Your Own Wants, Desires And Needs For The Character. It's Collaborative. But I Knew, Right Off The Bat, That There Was No Way To Go Into Some Sort Of Pink-haired, Clown-nosed Character With Ronald Mcdonald Shoes.

Ironically, It Was Only Maybe A Year Prior To Tim Calling I Had Re-read Alice In Wonderland And Through The Looking Glass, And What I Took Away From It Was These Very Strange, Little Cryptic Nuggets That He'd Thrown In There.

I Was Always A Fan Of The Great Old Spaghetti Westerns, The Sergio Leone Films. But The One That Always Sticks With Me, That I Just Thought Was Brilliant And Perfect Is "cat Ballou." Lee Marvin In "cat Ballou."

You Could Make An Analogy To A Security Guard Who, Three Weeks Prior, Was Mowing Lawns For A Living. The Second He Puts A Uniform On And That Badge, He's A Man. I Imagine The Majority Of Us Have Felt The Wrath Of The Over-zealous Security Guard Guy. Is There Something Lying Dormant In The Man, That's Waiting To Be Pumped Up With That Kind Of Power? I Don't Know. Does It Reveal Him? I Don't Know. Does It Change Him? I Don't Know.

People In Life, When They Have A Tendency To Exaggerate Or Lie Or Whatever, You Always Sort Of Notice That Their Voice Goes Up Quite High.