I really did feel like I was surrounded by family members. I didn’t have a dad, and I remember there were all these guys – in the old days, there were no women, except a makeup artist or, occasionally, a script supervisor. So there were just guys who taught me how to, you know, whittle wood, or how to pull focus, and what the camera was doing. And if I was being bratty, they’d sit me down and tell me. There were lots of rules about not being late and making sure that you didn’t spill anything. So it felt a little bit like I was in a family.
