I'm Sort Of Like A Maniac, And

I'm Sort Of Like A Maniac, And I Can't Get Out Of It.

I Would Be Delighted To Show My Film In The Viennale. I Do Not Offer Press Kits. I Do Not Offer Stills. I Do Not Offer Screeners. I Do Not Offer Dvd's. I Do Not Offer Posters. I Require A First-class Flight To Bring The Print However I Do Not Offer Any Photo Ops Or Press Exchange In Any Way. My Fee For Showing My Film Is $35,000 Dollars Us.

My Parents Were Dishonest People. If It Was My Birthday, I Knew My Mother Took Me To The K-mart And She Stole My Toy. She'd Put It In The Shopping Cart And We'd Walk Out. I Was Raised With That.

My Parents Took An Interest In Nothing, At Home No Books, No Records. My Mother And My Father Are The Emblem Of Indifference, Dryness And Bad Taste. My Father Is Also Terribly Stingy, In Life As Well As In Feelings: I Have Never Seen Him Filling Up The Bathtub.

I Constantly Try To Reinvent My Sensibilities And My Ideas. I Enjoy Some Of The Satisfaction That I Get When I Feel Good About What I've Done. But The Process Is Quite Lonely And Quite Painful.