WALKING WITH COSTA-GAVRAS
The Bigelow Panels were over, and I had
nerves of steel. Eating falafel and pistachios,
in tandem, while we talked. Pigeons, errant,
and nervous too, annoyed the likes of me.
Something about making films, he was
saying, made him feel like a man; a better
person for a better place, amidst revolutions
and terror and anguish. I tried asking how
his ideas for movies got started (this was,
after all, supposed to be an interview for
Film Monthly magazine), but he kept
shrugging the question off; going on
instead about his parents, early life,
and the way he saw Greece when he
was young. That much I understood;
like the grammarian correcting papers,
everyone reviews the places they've been.
Yet, something was missing. He seemed
too hip, trying for a mark that wasn't there.
And then he said, 'Fame amasses achievements,
yes, but Fame also aggravates every flaw one
has ever had.'
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