A Law Which Attempts To Say You

Paris In The Mid-'50s Was A Very Interesting Place. It Was Only Ten Years After The Third Reich Had Left, And The City Was Awash With Guns, And Crime, And Racketeering, And All Sorts Of Hangovers From A Very Difficult Time In French History. So It's An Interesting Time To Be A Policeman.

Apart From The Fact That Your Physical Ability Starts To Decline, I Also Think Someone In Their Fifties Being Childlike Becomes A Little Sad. You've Got To Be Careful.

You're About As Useful As A One-legged Man At An Arse Kicking Contest.

I'm More Critical Of The Films I Make Than Anyone Else.

I Have To Say That I've Always Believed Perfectionism Is More Of A Disease Than A Quality. I Do Try To Go With The Flow But I Can't Let Go.