I'm only afraid if I do something bad, not something controversial. It's last year's snow. Yet he would like to make changes, particularly in the placement of a dramatic scene between Michael York and Fedora's corpse, to which audiences respond by laughing. I used to make a picture a year. But he has been in Hollywood since Adolf Hitler drove him into the arms of Adolph Zukor.
People disappear there without even an oil slick.
For the last two years, his office has been in the eccentric Writers and Artists Building in Beverly Hills. A fellow director in my age group was told to wear some old jeans and Adidas sneakers to his audition last week. His office is bold, with walls of white pegboard, chairs of black leather, blistering graphics, a bleached cow skull. He is an accumulator of things , from Early American toys to Japanese dwarf trees. He would open a bottle of his favorite champagne and listen to the Dodgers play St. Louis.