I Worked Offshore As An Oil Worker

To Those Humans In Whom I Have Faith; I Wish Suffering, Being Forsaken, Sickness, Maltreatment, Humiliation. I Wish That They Should Not Remain Unfamiliar With Profound Self-contempt, The Torture Of Self-mistrust, And The Misery Of The Vanquished. I Have No Pity For Them Because I Wish Them The Only Thing That Can Prove Today Whether One Is Worth Anything Or Not—that One Endures' . . . Remember, The Passion For Destruction Is Also A Creative Passion.

People Think Drama Drives Story, But I Think The Comedy Is Really The Heart And Soul.

I Worked Offshore As An Oil Worker For A Couple Of Years.

It's Hard To See A Film One Time And Really "get It," And Write Fully And Intelligently About It. That's A Review. That's Not Film Criticism. And There's So Many Expectations Involved, Too. You're Going In To See The Latest Martin Scorsese Or Stanley Kubrick Film, You Really Have High Hopes, And You Can't Help But Find That It's Not Exactly What You Had In Your Head Going In. Until You Can Watch It Again, You Can't Accept The Work For What It Intends To Be. It Takes At Least A Second Viewing.

Yeah, A Memory's Never Finished, If You Really Think About It.