I don't really watch a lot of TV, to be honest. I'm more of a movie girl, or I Netflix stuff.
The Manchurian Candidate was the most important movie I was in, let's face it.
Books and movies, they are not mere entertainment. They sustain me and help me cope with my real life.
I feel the film companies should pay for proper advertising to see that the movie will sell, instead of putting it on our backs.
Meanwhile, politics is about getting a candidate in front of the public as a star, politics as rock'n'roll, politics as a movie.
A girl is just like a movie, you want to know what happends next, and how it will end...
Are Christians too stupid that we can't write a script, we can't film a movie OR we don't know how to act?
You must understand as a kid of color in those days, the Harlem Globetrotters were like being movie stars.
I mean no film is beyond criticism, but I think we've made a very modest movie.
I've spent several years in Hollywood, and I still think the movie heroes are in the audience.
It's not a bad day at work when you just have to take your shirt off for a big franchise movie. There are worse jobs out there!
It must have been so impossible to think about it and dare to do that, so they feel compassionate for her. I don't think the movie would work otherwise.
And I think one way or another it's evident to those who work with me that as a writer, a director, a friend, as somebody's there that's very anxious to get the movie made.
Having gotten TV shows on the air, that's so much less work that trying to get the 'Veronica Mars' movie made.
My dream was to become a very small blonde movie star like Ida Lupino and those other women I saw up there on the screen during the Depression.
Don't talk." Alec gestured at him with an expression of vague disgust. "Every time I look at you, I keep remembering coming in here and seeing you draped all over my sister." Jace sat up. "I didn't hear about this." "Oh, come on -" said Simon. "Simon...
He's not feeling well," Clary said, catching at Simon's wrist. "We're going." "No," Simon said. "No, I — I need to talk to him. To the Inquisitor." Robert reached into his jacket and drew out a crucifix. Clary stared in shock as he held it up betwe...
He’s not feeling well,” Clary said, catching at Simon’s wrist. “We’re going.” “No,” Simon said. “No, I — I need to talk to him. To the Inquisitor." Robert reached into his jacket and drew out a crucifix. Clary stared in shock as h...
It doesn't hurt." "But my eyes do," said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly that even Simon hadn't heard him; closing the door behind him, he grinned as Isabelle pulled Simon's shirt down. "Molesting the vampire w...
I don’t think I like that boy.” He growled, glaring for effect, just in case I hadn’t figured out his oh-so-subtle interpersonal cues. “He’s a sweet kid,” I insisted, folding the gray blazer over my arm. “He’s a teenage boy,” Cal sa...
Would women find vampires even sexier and more romantic if instead of fangs they had rose thorns? It’s thoughts like these I think of when digging in my garden, looking for my one true love (If only I could remember where I buried her!).
