On December 11, the year of the Oscars, I got a message from my sister in California.
“I’m gonna have to put up with you, man,” she said.
“You’ve gotta talk to me.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” I replied.
“But I’ll be out of here in a minute.”
She went home and didn’t come back for weeks.
“I think she’s still thinking about that,” my mom said.
My mom was in her late 40s when she went to the Oscars in 1984.
I had no idea she’d come home and see me crying in the hallways.
When I was growing up, the Oscars were the only thing I ever had to worry about.
I loved the movies.
I even loved the musicals, like the Broadway hit Hamilton and the movie I had the honor of writing: It was the one I got to be in when my family was growing older.
But then the movies started to get a little weird.
I had a boyfriend at the time, and my parents were both divorced.
In 1986, I was in a movie called The Day of the Locust.
The plot is about a man who, after being shot in the back by a sniper in Vietnam, becomes trapped in a hospital and must survive on his own for the rest of his life.
He finds a way to help himself by reading his diary.
That was the beginning of the movie.
The movie had no script, so I went along with it.
I thought it was fun and I was really into it.
But I kept thinking, This is going to be a lot of drama, a lot more of the characters’ problems.
And I didn’t like the movie at all.
After I went home, my mom told me to go back to my room.
I looked in and she was there, holding my hand.
She said, “This is your mom, and you need to go.”
I said, I’m not going.
But my mom kept going.
So I went back to the room and I sat down.
I don’t know what happened next.
But when I went to sleep, I started to cry.
She was there and I started crying too.
I went through my whole diary, and it’s not something you do to yourself, so it really hurt.
I was just like, Oh, my God.
I just didn’t know if I could get through it.
So I cried for a while.
And then I said to my mom, “Mom, I really like this movie.
I really do.
I mean, I just don’t want to see this.”
When we were younger, we always talked about the movies and how we loved them.
I think we used to get up at 4 a.m. and go to the movies, because I always thought movies were for kids.
But after a while, the movies became something to do with our elders.
And the movies didn’t feel like movies.
It felt like a very serious job.
If you look at the last couple of years, a whole bunch of films have been nominated for best picture and I think that’s just because of the people who have gotten involved.
When you get to see these movies, you feel like they’re serious.
I’ve been to a couple of awards shows where the films are nominated for Best Picture and they’re in a different category than what I’ve seen.
I love that they’re doing the best they can.
But I don, I don.
I haven’t seen the movies for 25 years.
And if I had to pick, I’d probably pick a movie that wasn’t in the movies at all, like The Godfather, which I still haven’t finished.
I’m glad people are talking about these movies.
They’re really good movies.
The people who are making these movies are just wonderful people.
It’s really hard to imagine the last year that went by without them, because people are still talking about them and they haven’t been seen in a long time.
And this is a great time to get into it again.
I can see how the awards people feel like the films aren’t great anymore, but I think there’s so much that goes into them.
And it’s been so hard to get out of the movies in general.
It’s been hard to take a movie out of a box and put it in a box.
I do think people are realizing that the movies are a part of the culture.
But it’s just not the same anymore.
This interview has been condensed and edited.