At USC Film School during the ‘60s—and perhaps even more at UCLA—student films generally shied away from ‘narrative.’ That is…
From time to time I have mentioned that my father was a musician. Dad was an acoustic, stand-up bass player…
Thanks to historical and cultural protocols, there are certain words that are difficult to pronounce in public without provoking discomfort….
“There isn’t any grandeur anymore.” This was the mantra of John Milius, perhaps the best known among my classmates at…
My late and beloved Auntie Anne, single her whole life, lived in a sprawling rent-controlled 14th-floor apartment in Manhattan’s Chelsea…
I first came to California in August of 1966 for what I thought would be a three week visit. Instead…
Am I allowed to write a movie (or book or article) about you without your permission? Unequivocally and without hesitation…
It’s not an official faculty meeting, a former dean remarked at a UCLA film department gathering, until someone complains about…
