A film is made of so many disparate elements; it possesses such resources, such a wealth of combination and composition, that it can lead to an infernal mess. Happily, at some point you come up against what can be called an internal necessity.
“There is a song in French that reminds me of this situation. It goes ‘Je suis le mendiant de l’amour.’ It means: ‘I am the beggar for love.’ This is me, but I am also a piece of shit.”