You seem to do that with your films too, wrapping things up nicely and giving the audience a satisfying ending. Evil?
What am I thinking? The Wizard of Oz The meaning is to follow the American fairy tale, the yellow brick road. At the end of that road, there is someone who will give you your heart’s desire, but you have to prove yourself. But there’s no such thing as a neatly wrapped up story. Life just goes on. In my current work, I’m trying to almost dissect the concept of a happy ending. Especially in the 1990s. Evil, This is about how uncomfortable change can be for a place like Oz, where happiness is important. The anger, frustration, and sadness that Elphaba brings may be necessary for something new to grow. The only way to move past it is to express that others have hurt us, and that we may have hurt others. It felt so personal to everyone on set. Elphaba says, “Something has changed in me. Something is not the same as it was before.” That’s what made me realize I had to do this movie now. Part one is the choice to stand up, and part two is what happens when you stand up. It becomes much more complicated.
(As Chu and I were talking, his mother entered the banquet hall and kissed her son on the forehead. She was a lively, slender woman with short, white hair. Chu said, “Hello. “Mom! I love you,” she said, turning to me. “But he won’t go away. Kissing your kids doesn’t make them go away.” I was at a loss for words. Chu told his mother, “I’m in a meeting. I was trying to concentrate.” She shook off his concern and left as quickly as she had appeared.)
I’m glad she came to kiss you.
She didn’t style my hair, which was good, or tell me I was fat.
Isn’t that right? In the eyes of our Asian relatives, we’ve always been fat, even when we’re not. Are you a good cook?
No, it’s terrible.
But you grew up in restaurants.
When will you learn how to cook when someone else cooks for you? That being said, when you cook, if you concentrate, you can become good at it. When I tell my wife, “I think it turned out great,” she says, “No.” I love setting the table, inviting guests, serving each dish and talking about it. But I’m not a good cook.
Food is like a character in a movie. Crazy Rich Asians It made me want to go to Singapore. Of course, I love your dance numbers. Especially In the HeightsThe dancing along the side of the building is, well, okay.
I was a tap dancer, but I’m not a good dancer. No one looks at me and says, “Keep doing that!” No, but I was friends with great dancers. I know what they’re trying to express. When a B-boy starts dancing and spinning, don’t spin with him. Let him. It’s not that I don’t have a concept, but a lot of times I’m driven by the dance.
