a different Scorsese. "Dedicated to my father" at the end moves me. not necessary to be that dramatic but..hypothetically, there were plenty of sacrifices that his father made.
It's the sense of touch. Any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people. People bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much that we crash into each other just so we can feel something