For a long time I've been trying to make this film and everyone told me you couldn't make a film about religion. What can I say, passion dollars baby! |
I grew up in the late '50s. I came from a real place and needed to see the movies that were around then. We went to those movies young. We were lucky - between '67 and '73 was pretty much a golden age. You saw everything you could want to see; you got an education. Pasolini and Hitchcock, Godard. It was all happening at once; you saw the best, like Jean Vigo, who died so young. Tragic - such a good filmmaker. |
I was raised a Catholic and when you're raised a Catholic they don't teach you to think for yourself, ... You're taught not to think too deeply about things. |
It was a sad moment. |
Thank God, Mel had the gold in his pocket. He is the big winner and he deserves it and I think that we got his spill-over ... 'Passion dollars' baby, you know what I mean? |
The Passion of Christ. |
This is New York seen from the point of view of an outsider. The TV journalist is so famous that he's no longer part of the world. A limo takes him from his house in Brooklyn Heights to his job in mid-Manhattan, and he doesn't see anything outside the car until a rock smashes his window. I wondered about famous journalists: Who these guys are? What do they really feel and how much can they show their feelings? |
We don't usually win things, but if you're going to be in competition, you might as well win. I've been laughed out of Venice with my films. |