There's Great Sadness And Life Doesn't Work

The Littlest Thing Can Have The Strongest Connection When You're Grieving. Your Proustian, Poetic Nerve Is Turned Up To Ten.

I Don't Really Believe That Documentary Is Objective Reality And Fiction Is All Illusion.

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.

There's Some Movies I Watch, They're Kind Of Like My Anti-anxiety Pill, My Anti-depressant Pill. I Watch Them At Least Once Or Twice A Month Probably. And I Never Stop Learning From Them As A Filmmaker.

Ok, So My Parents Were Married In 1955 And My Mom Knew My Dad Was Gay And My Dad Knew He Was Gay And So I Was, Like, 'why In The Heck Did You Get Married?' Like, What Was Going On? What Was That Time? It's Like This Crazy Paradox That My Whole Life Is Based On, Or My Family's Based On. So I Spent A Lot Of Time Trying To Understand '55.