I’ve often portrayed nightmares in my films.
But this is a nightmare of a different sort.
I have to escape this nightmare. I must return to where I came from.
I’ve often portrayed hopelessness in my films.
But this is a hopelessness of a different sort. I must escape here and return home.
This Hollywood is not a place, it’s a sensibility, a sensibility at
complete odds with my sensibility.
I’ve often portrayed loss of identity in my films, but I’ve never felt
that loss of identity myself. I must escape.
They admire what I represent too much to cause me any bodily
harm if I try to escape.
Still, I don’t even know what escape means when the place you
are escaping from is more of an idea than a physical location.
Escape is too logical of a concept.
Perhaps if I go downstairs without being seen and just continue
walking, escape may come as quickly as this form of
imprisonment has come.
