CRAIG FERGUSON: How closely does Ted’s room in Brooklyn resemble your childhood bedroom?
DAVID DUCHOVNY: Ted’s room looks nothing like mine did. I grew up in Manhattan, not Brooklyn (less space), with a brother and sister (less space still)—so I always shared a room. Didn’t go in for posters. Though for a while, we used to rip the advertising off buses back when they were cardboard—the advertising, not the buses. I remember I had a Peter Max ad on my wall that I’d pulled off a bus on Fourteenth Street. Psychedelic. The ‘70s city equivalent of big game hunting. I might’ve had a Minnesota Vikings poster too. I liked purple.
CRAIG FERGUSON: Like Ted, you studied literature at an Ivy League university. Are English majors kinder, smarter, and generally better than other people? Are poets (especially Hart Crane and John Berryman) superior to fiction writers? Is Jerry Garcia superior to everyone?
DAVID DUCHOVNY: Yes. Yes. Yessssssss.
…a snippet, David Duchovny interview by good friend Craig Ferguson, Bucky F*cking Dent, 2017 (paperback)
“ahh Jemma Redgrave, she’s a fine looking big woman isn’t she? a big darling!”
“now I always think that Jemma looks like she’s being embraced by a midget wearing nail polish there” *laughter* …“she’s being embraced by Imelda Staunton”..
DAT HEIGHT GAP THO OMGGGGG! I CAN’T EVEN..
p.s ^ Notable appearance by Louise Delamere who played Colette in Holby city, who I shipped so hard with Serena I can’t explain. And yes that is Rupert Giles s h o o k e t h.
Did I mention the film also stars Charlotte Church??
*All quotes by director Craig Ferguson and some other producer dude*
I DODGED SOCIAL PLANS FOR THIS AND I REGRET NOTHING!
We do live in New York. My wife is sick to death of NY; She desperately wants to leave, which makes me so proud, because you’re not a real New Yorker until you’re pretty sure you’d be happier somewhere else.
I have exactly one life, and for reasons I myself don’t really understand, I believe that that life will not be fullfilled unless I am standing at the bottom of the world’s deepest pit with you two perverts. And this beautiful mom-to-be.
‘I love you, but I won’t watch you kill yourself. I have to leave you.’
I totally understood. I would have left me if I could.
After she had gone, I went for a walk on the lonely Walberswick marshes outside the village. Out there I did something I hadn’t done since I was a farty wee schoolboy in the miserable damp town church. I prayed. I asked the God I still don’t really understand and have trouble believing in to help me- to either kill me or change me.
I had become something I despised, and I couldn’t break of whatever spell had been cast. I was an inmate in a prison of my own construction. I told Him I was willing to go to any length to get out.