And then it required heavy rewriting. Eastwood returned to the hilltop, sliding into an unmarked police car. A camera was mounted on the hood along with a bank of lights. Ted Post told him he was to drive the car along the roadway below, and explained the action. Clint nodded as Post rushed back to talk to his cinematographer.
Inner energy is what makes a film-maker good.
When he walks in each morning, it's as if this is his first morning on a movie location. That's infectious and pays off with people who make movies. My last memory of Eastwood was of him scowling like Harry Callahan and checking to see that his Magnum was loaded and ready. Post bent down to double check the camera angle. With his eye still glued to the viewfinder, he slapped his hand on his knee.