The Suburbs Dream Of Violence.

Films, Like Memories, Seem To Re-shoot Themselves Over The Years, Reflecting Our Latest Needs And Obsessions. In Many Cases They Can Change Completely, And Reveal Unexpected Depths And Shallows. Will Four Weddings And A Funeral Be Seen One Day As A Vicious Social Satire? Could Jaws Become As Tearful And Sentimental As Bambi?

I Wanted To Rub The Human Race In Its Own Vomit, And Force It To Look In The Mirror.

There Is A British Pop Group Called God. At A Recent Book Signing The Lead Singer Introduced Himself And Gave Me A Cassette. I Have Heard The Voice Of God.

I Don't Think It's Possible To Touch People's Imagination Today By Aesthetic Means.

Perhaps Violence, Like Pornography, Is Some Kind Of An Evolutionary Standby System, A Last-resort Device For Throwing A Wild Joker Into The Game?