I feel like guys often get the chance to play the anti-hero. If you think about Walter White from Breaking Bad, by the end of that show he’s a despicable human being, but you’re rooting for him and you hate him and love him at the same time. I feel like there are so many more opportunities for men to play those kinds of roles. Characters who don’t fit into a box and are kind of good and bad and ethically murky. I feel like it’s happening more and more for women, but so often you still read roles that fall into “someone’s wife” or “virgin whore.” I love that Laura is a jerk. She’s a real a–hole. Not only that, but she feels no shame about it. Obviously you want to empathize with the character that you’re playing, and so I’ve thought a lot about where her attitude and views come from, but I love the fact that there will be times when the audience won’t empathize with her at all. I think that’s exciting and interesting. Again, you watch The Sopranos and you’re not always like, “Oh, I understand why Tony’s doing all these things he’s doing!” It’s like, no. Sometimes it’s just sh–ty! Sometimes you just do a shitty thing. And that’s how people work.
“Death hurt Laura, although the hurt consisted mostly of things that were not there: a parching thirst that drained every cell of her, an absence of heat in her bones that was absolute. Sometimes she would catch herself wondering whether the crisp and crackling flames of a pyre would warm her, or the soft brown blanket of the earth; whether the cold sea would quench her thirst…” - American Gods, Neil Gaiman
I’m not opposed to making a mainstream film, but I probably won’t do a superhero remake unless there’s an incredibly interesting character and, unfortunately for women, there generally isn’t. I have this terrible thing with scripts, anyway, where I can tell within five pages if I don’t like it, then finishing it is like pulling teeth. I’m like an impatient kid. I start groaning and shifting around in my seat.
“Laura Moon, age 27, of Eagle Point, Indiana, was killed in the early hours of Wednesday morning in an automobile accident. Laura loved her work, her friends, and her family. ” Are you fucking kidding me? Who wrote this shit? There’s little to no effort here.