L.a. Is So Isolated And Unhip In

There Is A Drunkenness To Grief, Which Is Good.

I Am Intrigued By Inanimate Objects. They're A Piece Of History, Someone's Statement And Ideas Of Life.

If You Ask Me, The Place That A Story Happens Is As Equal Character. It's Almost Like An Ecological Viewpoint: These People Are Living In This Piece Of Land, And In This Piece Of Land In This Time This Is Possible. For Me, I Almost Think Location First. It's Time First - What Year Is It - Then Where Are We, And Then Who Is In It.

No One Leaves The Edit Room Thinking, 'yeah, I Nailed That One!' Everyone I Know Goes Into Their First Premiere Or Their First Screening Thinking, 'i Screwed Up So Bad. I'm Sorry, I Messed Up.' It's Just A Real Common Feeling.

Grief And Memory Go Together. After Someone Dies, That's What You're Left With. And The Memories Are So Slippery Yet So Rich.