I love Fatty Arbuckle and Buster Keaton, but not Charlie Chaplin.
Somewhere in the '60s, actors became wimps and basket-case psychotics.
I adore jokes. They're a theatrical contrivance, but the irony of all fiction is that you approach reality by avoiding it a bit; you spoof it a bit.
Very few people took sordid things and made comedies out of them.
Most of the time, I leave the camera on the obvious special effects, like the rubber bodies, so that it become obvious they're not real.
We are always getting photos and publicity from people who want to act in Andy's movies. We always throw them away. They don't seem to realize that the last thing we'd put into a movie is an actor. Because all the other movies use actors.