The studio head’s job, I think, is read the fucking material. You can’t delegate material. I can tell within a paragraph whether I’m going to be in good hands or not. By the time I get to page 10, I’m beginning to perspire because I’m thinking, “Please don’t drop the ball; please don’t drop the ball.” Page 30, I’m now beads of perspiration. “Holy shit, we’re really getting there.” And so writing is everything. Everything else is dressing. Sorry, actors.