Sure I know where the press room is - I just look for where they throw the dog meat.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The press is a watchdog. Not an attack dog. Not a lapdog. A watchdog. Now, a watchdog can't be right all the time. He doesn't bark only when he sees or smells something that's dangerous. A good watchdog barks at things that are suspicious.
Wooing the press is an exercise roughly akin to picnicking with a tiger. You might enjoy the meal, but the tiger always eats last.
The press are animals, and they need to be treated that way.
With Animal Factory you'd think that because it's mostly interiors, you could shoot it anywhere. So we shot this in Philadelphia, and we had the cooperation of the prison system.
I've been dealing with the press for 45 years. You need a very long spoon to sup with them. While you are always grateful, they are like badly trained dogs. They smile and wag and bite your arm off.
The press is like a big bass, you just stick a hook in their mouth and they'll take it.
I haven't touched a piece of meat since I read a graphic description of Chicago's slaughterhouses when I was 12.
Where the press is free and every man able to read, all is safe.
The press is the enemy.
All chefs have pictures of food in their phones, stuffed pig's ears and pigs' heads and the like.