Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases, load our kids into the car, and drive from tense, crowded New York City to my family's cottage in Maine. It's on an island, with stretches of sea and sandy beaches, rocky coasts, and pine trees. We barbecue, swim, lie around, and try to do nothing.
My Uncle, of course, would have been pleased to see someone with brown skin holding the office of president.
When you start out, you have to make compromises, which include doing films of lower quality.