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.
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?