I’m not very comfortable with watching my performances. I don’t particularly find a great joy in it. Everything is the process of making it, of getting it, getting the job, saying yes to the job. Those are the joys. Making it is the greatest joy. And then, you have to show the bloody thing. You have to show and tell, be judged. But I don’t listen. I don’t pay much attention. I hear the rumblings of greatness or the arrows of discontent and harsh words. Then you go, “Oh God. Why?”
