The crew, like all Italian crews, was generous, warm, and enthusiastic.
I didn't have any agent; I've never had an agent.
I was obliged to stand there, holding the leash of this creature for their welcoming publicity shots, implying that this was some kind of image the decided to have of me.
Certainly, in Italy, nobody takes light for granted.
I don't have an objective overview of Black Sunday.
After all, film is so porous, and to my mind, so oddly occult, that I think that film itself absorbs odd energies like a living skin.