- An image that stuck in my head during production of I Heard the Owl Call My Name (1973) . . . I formed such respect for the natives and their community when we were shooting in one of their villages . . . It was so cold, I had to wear two shirts under my jacket . . . as I was shivering, some children from the village, maybe five or six years old, were playing in a puddle, splashing each other, wearing just loincloths. The cold didn't bother them and I'll never forget how strong--as a people--the natives were.
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