I Was Reading All These Books, Including

We Were Sweet, Lovely People Who Wanted To Throw Out All The Staid Institutions Who Placed Money And Wars Above All Else. When You're Young You Think That's How Life Works.

I Wandered Around Not Knowing What I Was Doing In The Great Waldo Pepper And Feeling Pretty Lost, And They Rightly Cut My Part Down. I Don't Think I Was In Very Good Emotional Shape. I Think I Was A Bit Of A Mess. I'd Done About Six Movies Back-to-back, And Was In A State Of Complete Exhaustion.

Nothing Spooky Or Terrible Happened On Set, But We Were Told To Say It Had. We Were Giving A Press Conference And The Writers Were Going On About These Terrible Things That Supposedly Happened While We Were Filming.

Peter Biskind's Easy Riders, Raging Bulls Was Made All About Drugs, When To Most Of Us, That Just Meant Pot And Magic Mushrooms. He Made It Seem Like We Were All Shooting Heroin Into Our Eyeballs. But That's Part Of The Whole '60s And What It Represented: Feminism And Civil Rights And Trying To Stop The War. Hopefully We're Starting To See Some Of That Optimism Again, Through The Excitement Around Barack Obama.

It's No Accident That All The Awards Are For Smaller Movies. When You Have $100 Million In The Budget For A Movie, There's Something Obscenely Wrong With The Picture. But We Didn't In Those Days, So It Was Fun.