I love horror movies because they're really fun. They tap into those wonderful primal emotions.
I love shooting, when the character is interesting and the script is interesting, but the research beforehand is really fun. The whole process makes me anxious and restless, and I have trouble sleeping, just trying to figure out the character.
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?