I mean, there are cultural aspects of this that I have to really immerse myself in because I’m not Japanese. It feels almost a little invasive to be telling the story from their perspective, but what the hell? Somebody’s got to tell the story, and I’m not going to tell it from a jingoistic, nationalistic American perspective, because I don’t want to deal with all the sociopolitical aspects of, should it have been dropped, all that stuff. I don’t want to deal with that.
I’ve got to be very careful about it not being an indictment of the people who dropped the bomb. I think the message needs to be, this thing happened. It happened to real people. Let’s not go into why it happened and who was to blame and all that sort of thing. But let’s just take that as a moment in history frozen in amber that we need to learn from. We need to cherish that memory, because that memory might just keep us alive.
How can you learn from something without understanding why it happened?
The next level of shoot and cry is shoot and I wasn’t even there. I was sleeping
I guess Hiroshima just did that 
Listen the important thing isn’t what drove America to commit this atrocity (trying to one up Stalin after the Russians defeated the Germans and they were coming for the Japanese next. America couldn’t have Russia win the war on two fronts so they used the atom bomb to show the soviets their military capabilities whilst bringing the war to a close on Americas terms).
The important thing with this story is lots of shots of Asian people with their eyeballs melting down their chared faces and screaming burned children and poignant shots of mothers outside evicerated schools.
That’s where the Oscar is.