I love to hate movies that I'm supposed to love. There was one called the Moderns I think about famous painters, everyone told me I'd like, and there was a movie with William Hurt, and--Guest--it was called the End of the World, I think. God it was lousy. It was so limp, nobody believed in what they were doing at all, there was a scene when Hurt pretended to have a gun under a bedsheet that stands out as one of the most barely-even-acted moments I've ever seen.

And I love bored disengaged extras in film. There's a great European-looking Indian behind Wes Studi in the Last of the Mohicans when the younger daughter jumps to her death. I love that dude.