Certainly, in Italy, nobody takes light for granted.
The crew, like all Italian crews, was generous, warm, and enthusiastic.
I didn't have any agent; I've never had an agent.
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.
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.