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He was not immune to contradictions. He loved film history but sometimes misremembered dates. He extolled courage yet would sit out a rowdy midnight showing because too much noise distracted him. He called himself incurable—“addicted to light, sound, abrupt endings”—and indeed he chased premieres across borders, a pilgrim in cheap shoes. He fell in love twice—once with a set designer who left mid-shoot to travel, once with a sound editor who promised to stay and did for a while—and both times the city devoured the ordinary domesticities of a relationship. He never had children, but the young cinephiles he mentored often felt like kin.