In the face of the obscene, explicit malice of the jungle, which lacks only dinosaurs as punctuation, I feel like a half-finished, poorly expressed sentence in a cheap novel.

It's not because nature is angry, it's rather that we are stupid. We're not doing the right thing with our planet.

Nature is monumentally indifferent.

I know whenever it comes to be really dysfunctional and vile and base and hostile on screen, I'm good at that.

It's all movies for me. And besides, when you say documentaries, in my case, in most of these cases, means "feature film" in disguise.

Netflix trusted me in a way that was very, very pleasant.

The opinion of the public is sacred. The director is a cook who merely offers different dishes to them and has no right to insist they react in a particular way. A film is just a projection of light, completed only when it crosses the gaze of the audience[...]