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As a kid, I saw all the great movies there. Indiana Jones, Star Wars, ET, The Karate Kid. I remember the feelings those movies evoked, remember running out of the theater after the movie ended, far up the sidewalk ahead of my mom, karate chopping and sword-fighting; like a space commander, like a soldier, like a cowboy.

I loved that feeling. I love it still. A good movie hits you right in the gut, like a shot to the arm or a shot to the soul. The good ones are inspiring and stimulating, making you want to rush right out save the world, find a treasure, run into love. They carry you out of the theater on a riptide of energy.

In Prometheus Unbound, Shelley wrote about Life, Joy, Empire and Victory, inspired by the beauty of Rome. I'm not saying movies and Italy are comparable, but three out of four ain't bad.

Lately, I've had to remind myself of that feeling. I've had to remind myself of the emotions that movies evoke in me. Remember why I moved here and why this is something I want to do. I want to make other people feel joy and victory and life. I want to make little kids run up the sidewalks in front of their mothers and fathers, inspired to do something, to be something. I have to remind myself of that every day.

Prometheus brought fire down from the mountain and gave it to mankind. Me, I get that fire from somewhere else. I just want to make movies.

"You don't throw away a whole life just 'cause he's banged up a little. " --Tom Smith, Seabiscuit