It's the opposite journey from what I've usually done with films. I find it very easy to go from, say, a lit, pleasurable environment, like what you see outside there, to a very dark place. But the opposite journey, which is what this movie takes, is much more complicated.

I don't think we have enough imaginary creatures in cinema. It seems like we're stuck with zombies, vampires, and werewolves. We should have everything. We should have minotaurs. We should have elves. We should have mermen in popular culture. But instead we've stuck with vampires.

Films have gotten leaner and leaner, cutting out all variations from the story line.

I hoped that grief was similar to the other emotions. That it would end, the way happiness did. Or laughter.

It's the same thing in a way, although writing a book is a very solitary thing.

Well, if you're talking about the current climate, there's a lack of content in American film because I think people are deeply confused about their emotions, and they don't regret certain aspects of their own foreign policy.

Well, Company of Wolves was about that literally, about fairy tales.