a multitude of fascinating ways
Saying this sort of shit is like telling someone that the joke you’re about to tell is hilarious or that you’re a sexual tee-ranna-saurus. No one believes you, and we all quietly mutter “what a jackass” and smile along. 😅
It’s less about him growing up, per se, and completely about his tiny little chub never being as enormous as he wishes it were.
They were never “his” films, to be fair. As soon as he got a team started on it, his “ownership” of the outcome of all that creative collaboration rapidly diminished to being little more than his name in the credits and copyrights — thank fucking god. The meatsac is a shit director, and even shittier writer, and apparently a complete waste of time. IMHO, the films “belong” to those that actually made them what they are to millions upon millions of fans: the actual artists involved and the fans. Full stop.
Fuck off, Mucas.