Man is a louse for other men. Thus man is a host for other men. I call this semiconduction, this valve, this single arrow, this relation without a reversal of direction - parasitic.
A bundle of unfinished business lingered from the Depression - nagging questions about ingrained venality, mean human nature and the way unchecked urban growth threw society dangerously out of whack. Writers and directors responded by delivering gritty, bitter dramas that slapped our romantic illusions in the face and put the boot to the throat of the smug bourgeoisie.