IN MY PRE-TEENS I didn’t know what a film director was. I loved the trepidation of horror movies, and saw them on bootleg VHS tapes, but then I watched Psycho. It jangled my nervous system but I could see, also, that it had an extravagant form. In our school library I found that form came from a man called Alfred. Alfred made art. He had ideas and gave form to pleasure. He directed. I became obsessed with directing.