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Photo: James Cameron on the set of Avatar. Photograph by Martin Schoeller.

The director James Cameron is six feet two and fair, with paper-white hair and turbid blue-green eyes. He is a screamer—righteous, withering, aggrieved. “Do you want Paul Verhoeven to finish this motherfucker?” he shouted, an inch from Arnold Schwarzenegger’s face, after the actor went AWOL from the set of “True Lies,” a James Bond spoof that Cameron was shooting in Washington, D.C. (Schwarzenegger had been giving the other actors a tour of the Capitol.) Cameron has mastered every job on set, and has even been known to grab a brush out of a makeup artist’s hand. “I always do makeup touch-ups myself, especially for blood, wounds, and dirt,” he says. “It saves so much time.”

Read Man of Extremes by Dana Goodyear, a killer profile of James Cameron in The New Yorker. It brings up one of the reasons I am a fan of his work (though not over-fond of Titanic): His movies have strong women, and he marries them.

The piece mentions that when Kathryn Bigelow finished the script for her amazing movie The Hurt Locker, the first person she showed it to was her ex-husband Cameron. The Hurt Locker opens today in Metro Manila! True, the people who want to see the Hurt Locker have probably seen it already. It was, um, available here even before it opened in New York. But we still have to watch it on the big screen.