Oscar. That's it. A statue. Mr. Academy Award. Oscar.
Son House, Muddy Waters, John Lee Hooker, Blind Willie Johnson, Skip James, J. B. Lenoir, B.B. King, Bobby Rush, Rosco Gordon, Ike Turner.
I listen to the blues all the the time. I listen while I'm working. I listen in hotel rooms. I listen late at night. Muddy Waters, Son House and 'Dust My Broom' by Elmore James move me as much as opera or Beethoven. They are my inspiration. Music is my muse.
Vesuvius VI, What's a Nice Girl Like You Doing in a Place Like This?, It's Not Just You, Murray!, Who's That Knocking at My Door?, The Big Shave, Street Scenes, Boxcar Bertha, Mean Streets, Italianamerican, Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore, Taxi Driver, New York New York, The Last Waltz, American Boy: A Profile of Steven Prince, Raging Bull...
Ah, yes. Raging Bull. The only person who has the right attitude about boxing in the movies for me was Buster Keaton. Bob wanted to make this film. Not me. I don't understand anything about boxing. For me, it's like a physical game of chess. And so the list continues...
The King of Comedy, After Hours, The Color of Money, Bad, The Last Temptation of Christ, Goodfellas, Made in Milan, Cape Fear, The Age of Innocence, Casino, Kundun, Il Mio vaggio in Italia, Bringing Out the Dead, Gangs of New York, The Aviator