by Idil Tabanca
The BULLETT crew arrives at his estate, and Walken resists the doorbell. Having forgotten about our appointment, he finally peeks out and mumbles at us angrily, presuming that we are paparazzi. When we remind him about the interview, he relaxes and adopts a friendlier attitude. He invites us in, and we get comfortable by the fireplace. He recounts the good old times when Tarantino was a scrawny teenager, and offers his thoughts on extraterrestrial life and the apocalypse.
photography James Orlando