Film Is Endlessly Just Beyond

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

As A Son Of A Man Who Pretended To Be One Thing For 33 Years Of My Life And Then Was Another Thing, The Questions Of 'what Is Real' And 'what Is Not Real' Are Very Blurrily Vivid To Me.

I'm Into People's Emotional Lives And Relationships And The Complications Of Living. That's My Turf.

As Someone Who Grew Up In A House Where There Wasn't A Lot Of Talking, I'm Used To Just Looking At The World. And In General I Often Feel Like I Just Don't Understand What's Happening. That Everybody Else Does, But I Don't Quite Get It.

I Guess I Watch Movies To Make Myself Happier A Lot.