Pauline Kael reviewed The Day of the Locust: "There's nothing specifically wrong with Donald Sutherland's performance. It's just awful." That was the most destructive, stupid piece of criticism I've ever received. I stopped reading reviews after that. I was up for a great part but they told me: "Sorry, you're the best actor but this part calls for a guy-next-door type. You don't look as if you've ever lived next door to anyone." When you're working for a good director, you become subjective and submissive. You become his concubine. All that you're seeking is his pleasure. Frank Lloyd Wright designed the house I was living in. From what I understood, he was having an affair with the wife of the man he was designing the house for. That man was very tall. So Wright, short and vain, designs the house in such a way that a tall person couldn't live in it without severe cranial damage. I hit my head *all* the time. On his early roles: Well, I was always cast as an artistic homicidal maniac. But at least I was artistic!