I'm a 22-year-old INFP cinéaste residing in the coastal city of San Diego, CA. I have an affection for the ethereal, the chaotic, restless spirits, and the fine arts.
Bear with me, because I'm not entirely sure of what I'm doing.
"Every time I’ve spoken to you you’ve never spoken back. Although, given our mutual disdain, I can’t blame you for the silent treatment. Perhaps I’m speaking to the wrong audience. [To Satan.] Can you hear me? Are you even capable of language, or do you only understand depravity? […] There is no solace above or below. Only us, small, solitary, striving, battling one another. I pray to myself, for myself.”
The relationship between a director and his actress can be the most intimate relationship a man and a woman can share. When a director and an actress click, only a husband and wife, or a father and a daughter, share the same level of intimacy, closeness and, above all, trust. Now for us directors, the relationship is very simple: Actresses are some of the most beautiful women in the world and directors are, by and large, the most butt-ugly, motley group of geeks found this side of a Star Trek convention. Now, if I had a nickel for every director in Hollywood who any woman would give a second glance to if they weren’t a director, I couldn’t buy my way into a pay toilet. Now, take me for example, alright? Compared to the ugliest guy on Melrose Place, I look like a mutt with a mange. But you compare me to another director, I’m Ethan Hawke.
By Quentin Tarantino (via captaincoolasfuck)