Anybody who said that a single episode could retroactively ruin the brilliance that had preceded it was just a complete and total moron in my estimation.
It’s like when you think of these great series on HBO where there are these incredible characters that you love and you just want to see more and more stories of them.
All I can tell you is…two things: A) You will not be disappointed, I promise. I promise, I promise, I promise. B) Every single storyline will be buttoned up, and there will be no loose ends. It’s going to redefine last seasons of television. It’s going to redefine series finales, which are almost inevitably disappointing. This one will not disappoint. I’ve seen all eight episodes. I’ve seen it through to the end, and I sat in front of my screen crying, myself, alone, during the last couple of episodes.
It’s such a funny response, the idea that a handsome, 42-year-old man would never sleep with an awkward, 24-year-old girl… Really? Can you not imagine a world in which a girl who’s sexually down for anything and oddly gregarious pulls a guy out of his shell for two days? They’re not getting married. They’re spending two days [having sex], which is something that people do.
I heard people say ‘You’re not allowed to do that. There’s no voiceover on the show.’ And I’m like, ‘Go fuck yourself. Go get your own fucking show. You don’t get to decide what I do. Don’t watch. I really mean it, if you don’t like it, don’t watch it.’
I think what’s going to be interesting is whether he can develop beyond writing about movies and start writing about all of this stuff out here ‘cause he’s got to. We all keep talking about this, ‘What’s Quentin going to do next?’ because he’s got to mature. He’s got to stop being this cinemafreak kid who’s so clever and so wild. Because the most dangerous thing that can happen to you is to be successful within that system because they want more of the same and you can live in this totally fantasized world.
This is the fuckin’ American dream. This is my fuckin’ dream, y’all! All this sheeyit! Look at my sheeyit! I got … I got SHORTS! Every fuckin’ color. I got designer T-shirts! I got gold bullets. Motherfuckin’ VAM-pires. I got Scarface. On repeat. SCARFACE ON REPEAT. Constant, y’all! I got Escape! Calvin Klein Escape! Mix it up with Calvin Klein Be. Smell nice? I SMELL NICE! That ain’t a fuckin’ bed; that’s a fuckin’ art piece. My fuckin’ spaceship! U.S.S. Enterprise on this shit. I go to different planets on this motherfucker! Me and my fuckin’ Franklins here, we take off. TAKE OFF! Look at my shit. Look at my shit! I got my blue Kool-Aid. I got my fuckin’ NUN-CHUCKS. I got shurikens; I got different flavors. I got them sais. Look at that shit, I got sais. I got blades! Look at my sheeyit! This ain’t nuttin’, I got ROOMS of this shit! I got my dark tannin’ oil … lay out by the pool, put on my dark tanning oil … I got machine guns … Look at this, look at this motherfucker here! Look at this motherfucker! Huh? A fucking army up in this shit!
I’ve had Paul Thomas Anderson tell me, of all people, that when you come across your movies on those cable channels, you never wish they were longer. No matter how you’re fighting in the editing room for final cut, you’re never wishing they’re longer then.
Hi Cory, in thinking about your question to me about the difference between David Lynch, Terrence Malick, and Paul Thomas Anderson, I would answer that they are all artists. David is a painter that creates his unique world in films. Terry is a philosopher that visualizes thoughts, and Paul is a jazz musician that plays characters. IMHO
I strongly believe that if you don’t care [about the characters] then you’ve failed. The main things that bother me when I’m watching a show is either I don’t care or I don’t believe what’s happening. If you think, “Well this would never happen” or “This is ridiculous” then you lost interest.
Someone asked me the other day, ‘So are you just done with film?’ It means more to me than anybody else in the world. Look I’ve only made 1 film in the last 10 years. That’s the way I really look at it. What does the next decade mean for me? I’m the one who sits and is obsessive about it before you even get to see it. As close as I get to it, I don’t know if I could physically torture myself that much year in year out and expect it to fulfill me the way that it does and the way that it is right now. I don’t’ want to put anything out that I don’t love. You just don’t get that every day. You have to wait for it.