“Take Strasberg. [Lee Strasberg, director of the Actors Studio and later founder of his own teaching institute.] I went to his joint once, back when I was first hanging out in New York, doing plays. I did a ten-minute scene in his class: the guy who had gangrene in his leg in The Snows of Kilimanjaro. After I did the scene, he starts in with, ‘Well, you were going for the pain in your leg, but I didn’t see it, so you didn’t put it over and thus the scene failed.’ I told him that he didn’t know anything about gangrene. When it’s in the terminal stage, there isn’t any pain. What I was going for was that the guy was trying to feel pain, because if he had any pain, it meant he wasn’t going to die. But he couldn’t feel a damned thing. I know about that shit from the Pacific. Strasberg was furious when I corrected him. He threw me out, so I said ‘fuck you’ and walked.”
It’s not so often that I agree with the American Conservative, but it does happen.
Uno, dos, tres, quatro.
“I challenge Ronald Reagan to a duel to the death because Reagan is a punk, a sissy and a coward. He can fight me with a gun, a knife or a baseball bat. I’ll beat him to death with a marshmallow.”
Every night me and the kids have a Nerf war before homework. Every night, I lose. Wait until I unload on ’em with this.
“If ripping out a dead girl’s breast bone and hair to fashion a harp isn’t gross enough, though, Child has some even more vengeful versions in his collection.”
Matt Damon would like to remind you what life looked like during the last Clinton years.