I miss animation very passionately. Not continuously, but every once in a while I would die to do another film.
Packs a Huge Emotional Punch! Graceful Writing, Great Acting, Exquisite Direction, Suspense, Profound Subject Matter and It Rocks!
Just living in Los Angeles guarantees the loss of a few I. Q. points each year.
The result is a twitching convulsion of vicious drivel passing itself off as a movie, which can be best appreciated by the kind of people who dig Showgirls, the Saw franchise and Spike Jonze-Charlie Kaufman flicks.
In the numbing hands of pretentious filmmakers Joel and Ethan Coen, history does not repeat itself in any way whatsoever.
In Hollywood, if you don't have happiness you send out for it.
F For Fake is a talentless concoction of unparalleled ineptitude. . . It would have been a more generous gesture to show a retrospective of old Welles films rather than remind everyone of how low his ability as a filmmaker has plummeted.
In the gates of Heaven, the war medals are nothing but the evidences of murder!
High finance trembles in its boots whenever there is some political complication.
All I wanted to do was to become famous, but then I found out that it was nothing special.
I speak English, obviously, Afrikaans, which is a derivative of Dutch that we have in South Africa. And then I speak African languages. So I speak Zulu. I speak Xhosa. I speak Tswana. And I speak Tsonga. And like - so those are my languages of the core. And then I don't claim German, but I can have a conversation in it. So I'm trying to make that officially my seventh language. And then, hopefully, I can learn Spanish.