I was the only kid in the audience that didn’t understand why dorothy would ever want to go home, it was a mystery to me. To that awful black and white farm with that aunt who was dressed badly with smelly farm animals around, when she could live with winged monkeys and magic shoes and gay lions. I didn’t get it.
Irony ruined everything. I wish my movies could have played at drive-ins, but they never did, because of irony. Even the best exploitation movies were never meant to be `so bad they were good`. They were not made for the intelligentsia. They were made to be violent for real, or to be sexy for real. But now everybody has irony. Even horror films now are ironic. Everybody`s in on the joke now. Everybody`s hip. Nobody takes anything at face value anymore.