When I'm Making A Film, I'm The

I Don't Know How Else To Tell The Story Except To Utilise That Vocabulary: The Rain, The Darkness, The Mansions, The Framing, Etc, The Lighting And That Sort Of Thing.

I Was Saying As A Joke The Other Day That I Love Film Editing, I Know How To Cut A Picture, I Think I Know How To Shoot It, But I Don't Know How To Light It. And I Realize It's Because I Didn't Grow Up With Light. I Grew Up In Tenements.

The Bottom Line Is, I Tend To Be Going Back To Older And Older Music.

Mean Streets Dealt With The American Dream, According To Which Everybody Thinks They Can Get Rich Quick, And If They Can't Do It By Legal Means Then They'll Do It By Illegal Ones.

Sometimes God Picks You Up And Tells You, "you've Been Messing Around Now. You're Going To Have To Stop This, Stop That, But I'll Give You Another Chance." And You Wonder Why You're Given Another Chance. It Must Be For Something; It Must Be To Celebrate Life.