People Only Speak To Get Something.

Consider: For All The Gobbledegook [film Studio] Executives Spout About Backstory, All That We, The Audience, Want To Know Is What Happens Next. That's The Only Thing That's Going On. . . . Character Is Nothing Other Than Action, And Character-driven Means The Plot Stinks, And You'd Better Hope The Star Is Popular Enough To Open The Movie In Spite Of It.

We Americans Have Always Considered Hollywood, At Best, A Sinkhole Of Depraved Venality. And, Of Course, It Is. It Is Not A Protective Monastery Of Aesthetic Truth. It Is A Place Where Everything Is Incredibly Expensive.

People Only Speak To Get Something. If I Say, Let Me Tell You A Few Things About Myself, Already Your Defenses Go Up; You Go, Look, I Wonder What He Wants From Me, Because No One Ever Speaks Except To Obtain An Objective. That's The Only Reason Anyone Ever Opens Their Mouth, Onstage Or Offstage. They May Use A Language That Seems Revealing, But If So, It's Just Coincidence, Because What They're Trying To Do Is Accomplish An Objective.

The Pursuit Of Fashion Is The Attempt Of The Middle Class To Co-opt Tragedy. In Adopting The Clothing, Speech, And Personal Habits Of Those In Straitened, Dangerous, Or Pitiful Circumstances, The Middle Class Seeks To Have What It Feels To Be The Exigent And Nonequivocal Experiences Had By Those It Emulates.

The Dream And The Film Are The Juxtaposition Of Images In Order To Answer A Question.