"This totally gives me something." Chris crunched the kernels and grimaced as he felt the little pieces lodge in his teeth, like they always did, but he just liked them, all right. "It makes me feel better in my own skills. If that piece of shit can get made with people lauding it all these years later, I've got this in the bag."
He meant, of course, his directing ability. Not that he'd made anything in over two months, what with moving and working and so on, but Chris was dead set on eventually making something great. If Zardoz could get a film audience, then he so could, no doubt. And they'd all love it, because he would hire a costume designer that didn't have five hundred bucks to their budget.