we secretly enjoy rush hour; drive-time is the only time most of us are ever alone.

No one needs yet another recipe book on how to reheat Hollywood leftovers. We need a rediscovery of the underlying tenets of our art, the guiding principles that liberate talent. No matter where a film is made — Hollywood, Paris, Hong Kong — if it’s of archetypal quality, it triggers a global and perpetual chain reaction of pleasure that carries it from cinema to cinema, generation to generation.

All fine stories take place within a limited, knowable world.