“Every shot was chosen; you could see that it was meticulously planned out. It was so deceptively simple. It’s kind of like a haiku.”

“Well, I don’t believe in him as Mexican for one second. I see some dark makeup and that’s it. And some lousy Spanish. No, I don’t see him at all. I think he is Charlton Heston and that’s what he is. I think he was courageous at that time to push for Welles. As far as a Mexican, no, I didn’t believe him for a second.”

“Girl leaves drab farm, becomes a fag hag, meets gay lions and men that don’t try to molest her, and meets a witch, kills her. And unfortunately—by a surreal act of shoe fetishism—clicks her shoes together and is back to where she belongs. It has an unhappy ending.”

“For me, Sleeper was a great balance between physical comedy—slapstick humor—and clever savvy social satire. At that point I’d never really seen a film that has really balanced both of those elements. It was kind of like—you know how Rubber Soul and Revolver are the best Beatles albums because they’re somewhere between “She Loves You” and “I Am the Walrus”? They have elements of catchy pop songs, but with experimental stuff in them.”