I would have loved to have cracked America. When I tried, I got homesick. Then, when I was in New York, my nanna died, and I just wanted to come home.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
As corny as it may sound, my true goal was to crack the Americana market.
It was wonderful to find America, but it would have been more wonderful to miss it.
I knew I couldn't live in America and I wasn't ready to move to Europe so I moved to an island off the coast of America - New York City .
I guess I wanted to leave America for awhile. It wasn't that I wanted to become an expatriate, or just never come back, I needed some breathing room. I'd already been translating French poetry, I'd been to Paris once before and liked it very much, and so I just went.
Work aside, I think would have ended up in the U.S. because I like being here a lot. I really do.
I've never really been America's sweetheart, but for a minute I think that's what they wanted me to be.
I loved every place I lived and traveled. London, Paris, Rome, Venice. I fell hard for Central America and Mexico. In each country, I had fantasies that I could live there.
I lived the true American dream, because I was able to pursue what I set as my goals at a very young age.
I came to America to make it my home, and I did.
I'd done a big movie that I wasn't happy with, and I was moving out of London when I got approached about Barton Fink, because my agent said the brothers were in London. We hit it off immediately, and suddenly I found myself on the way to America!