It's Great When You Know Somebody And

It's Always An Interesting Challenge To See If You Can Create A Character That's Got Emotion.

I Don't Look At My Films Or My Old Drawings Much, So That Was An Interesting Way To Kind Of Reconnect With Myself A Bit.

They Took A Baseball Bat And Whacked Open His Head. Mummy Boy Fell To The Ground; He Finally Was Dead. Inside Of His Head Were No Candy Or Prizes, Just A Few Stray Beetles Of Various Sizes.

My Parents Suffered From That Ideal Of A Perfect Nuclear Family. They Found That A Difficult Pressure, I Think.

I Remember Being Forced To Go To Sunday School For A Number Of Years, Even Though My Parents Were Not Religious. No One Was Really Religious; It Was Just The Framework. There Was No Passion For It. No Passion For Anything. Just A Quiet, Kind Of Floaty, Kind Of Semi-oppressive, Blank Palette That Youre Living In.