You ingest the automobile in the very air of Detroit. Or at least you did in the 1940s and 1950s.
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When I came to Detroit, if you threw a stone up in the air and it came down, it would hit an autoworker because the Chrysler Jefferson plant where my husband worked was very close also to where we lived.
I understand that Detroit was a pretty rough place to grow up in the '70s and '80s.
I was raised in Chicago and I guess that was one of the special breeding grounds for gangsters of all colors. That was the Detroit of the gangster world. The car industry was thugs.
I had a lot of romanticised ideas of what Detroit was like, but I didn't get there until I was 30, and it was very different than I had imagined it.
Everybody has a gun in their car in Detroit.
Growing up in the Sacramento Valley in the '70s, we were all pretty big into cars. Of course, I had to nerd out and be a fan of Bob Tullius' Group 44 Jaguars instead of Corvettes/Camaros.
I grew up in Hollywood. Saying my name here is like mentioning Ford in Detroit.
I was born and raised in Detroit.
Detroit is beautiful - though you probably have to be a child of the industrial Midwest, like me, to see it.
I didn't want to make a literal film about Detroit, because it felt like what they were experiencing was more universal than that.
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