The Oldest Sibling Always Knows

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.

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.

To Me It's Like, Every Time I'm A Director, Like Today, You're The Captain Of The Ship, So You Better Dress Like It. You're The Host Of The Party.

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

Film Is Endlessly Just Beyond Your Reach. I Think That's What I Love So Much About It.