Good morning starshine the earth says hello.

People told me I couldn't kill Nicholson, so I cast him in two roles and killed him off twice.

They took a baseball bat and whacked open his head. Mummy Boy fell to the ground; he finally was dead. Inside of his head were no candy or prizes, just a few stray beetles of various sizes.

Anybody with artistic ambitions is always trying to reconnect with the way they saw things as a child.

There's something about taking a classic movie that people love and doing another version of that, you're setting yourself up for a mistake.

If you ever had a pet, with me it was a dog, with that sort of unconditional love that only dogs can give, people can't do that; that sort of thing where it's very powerful, it's kind of your first love and your first real relationship, and usually your first experience with death.

I always treated the science thing and the art thing as quite similar thematically.