I got into movies by a series of wonderful accidents of fate. Having been raised overseas, I wanted to become a diplomat. But the State Department thought I was too “liberal” to be happy with that job. I read an advertisment in The New York Times for an assistant to a film editor, who I later discovered was butchering great European films for late-night TV slots on American television. He would just lift a reel out of a film – Visconti’s Rocco and His Brothers for example – and make it conform to a requested length. I learned enough on that horrible job to think maybe I should learn film editing. I saw an ad for a six-week summer course at New York University and there, again by accident of fate, I met Martin Scorsese.
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