When I'm Filming A Kill Scene [as

I Want People To See My Name On A Movie, Pay Money And Know They're Going To Be Entertained For 90 Minutes.

It's The Difference Between Hunting A Lion And Hunting A Deer. If Someone Hunts A Lion, It's Like: "wow, They're Brave!" But If They're Hunting A Deer It's Like: "that Poor Deer!" I Know That. I Know That Guys Getting Killed Is Horrible But People Have Seen It Before. You've Seen The Evil Dead. With Girls, It's Like: "i Don't Want To See That Happening..." I Know That.

I Have Control Issues. For Sure, No Question.

I Want An Iphone 5, Someone Said Something Nasty On Twitter, Or My Boyfriend Isn't Texting Me Back, Like Whatever The Thing Is That Seems So Major In Your Life, When A Real Disaster Hits You Suddenly Strips It All Away And You See What's Really Important And Who You Really Are.

My Parents Love It! They're On Set. They Make Cameos In The Movie. My Father Is A Psycho-analyst And A Professor At Harvard And He Told Me How Many Of The Other Professors At Harvard Have Gone And Seen It. They Love 'hostel' And They Love The Thought Behind It.