Well, it’s been a few days now since the virtual book event. The adrenaline has worn off, like the week after a Little League game that was the most important thing in your life at the time. Now, it’s in the rearview mirror, and the glass is all fogged up. You don’t remember if you won or lost, if you were a hero or a goat. Because, ultimately, in the long run it didn’t matter.

The event last week, though, did matter. Beyond calling some attention to You Might Feel a Little Prick, this was a time, especially at the end of a long year where actually seeing one another was an act of bravery, or foolishness, to relish with my sisters and all those out there on the other side of the computer, friends old and new. As we spoke, not only about the book, but about our lives growing up, the black and white memories became full-on Technicolor. All of it: the vital significance of our adventures together, the sheer joy of working on our Dad’s films, and what we learned from those experiences.

Except what we learned from my father was a whole lot more than the art and the craft of filmmaking. We also learned what a blessing it is to be part of an extended family that values, cares for, and respects all people. 

So please enjoy our family conversation, moderated by an old friend, USC’s invaluable Rick Jewel.  It doesn’t get better than this.