Everyone carries his own inch rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.
I always take kind of a zen view of casting and I really don't remember people who passed. I kind of turn it over to the universe and figure, 'Wow, I guess that wasn't meant to be.' It doesn't sit with me.
I question: do we really understand the differences between modernist and postmodernist?

