Ayoade on Ayoade: A Cinematic Odyssey
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Only Ayoade can appreciate Ayoade's unique methodology. Only Ayoade can recognize Ayoade's talent. Only Ayoade can withstand Ayoade's peculiar scent. Only Ayoade can truly get inside Ayoade.
Ayoade on Ayoade captures the director in his own words: pompous, vain, angry, and very, very funny.
there’s any value in film school. AYOADE There’s no life in school.‡ It’s an edifice built on chalk dust. AYOADE I think they mainly use whiteboards now. AYOADE Right. I don’t have a good image for that. AYOADE You say cinema is life. Can you imagine life without cinema? AYOADE I don’t want to. But obviously I can, because I’m very imaginative. You name it, I can imagine it. Ask me to imagine a trout playing tournament chess – actually, you don’t need to – I’ve already done it. He’s sort of
until he sees ANOTHER MAN (ME) commandeer his bike. Now it’s time for the dreadlocked courier to laugh. They both shrug their shoulders. A beat of shared humanity: easy come, easy go. Ayoade and I weave in and out of traffic, dodging cars in a way that’s exciting and damages some property but doesn’t make you feel that a genuine fatality might result. THEN: A barricade across the road! Ayoade screeches to a halt. A PRESIDENTIAL MOTORCADE is passing through. Well-wishers throng the
holding your hand all the way through. If I had started by grouping Ayoade’s material along purely thematic lines, and then thrown you straight at it, unsupervised, it would’ve been like taking the training wheels off your trike and shoving you down a hill: a mistake I have made only twice while looking after my nephew. I had to get you ready. You’re my responsibility. We had to wait till it was the right time for your mind and your body to do this. And this is the right time. So just trust me.
more valuable than the time of anyone else in the house, and I’m so famous that whoever is at the door is probably going to go into a meltdown and be all ‘OH MY GOD! I LOVE YOU!!’ but I think by pretending – if only for a brief and ultimately pointless moment – that I’m not more important than everyone else, I think I experience this tremendous feeling of groundedness. Of what it must feel like to be boring and ordinary and not even have an assistant to open the door for you and say, ‘I’m sorry
me a sandwich for my lunch and said that I could have another if I wanted but I said that I was full and anyway did I look like the kind of person who ate several sandwiches in a row like some kind of fat fuck but I actually did want another sandwich because the one she brought looked pretty small but by that stage it was a matter of fucking principle so I fired her and she said she didn’t work for me and that she was actually working for the people who I was taking the meeting with (she used the