Ten Burning Questions: Donna Deitch ‘s DESERT HEARTS
We forgot about the outside world. No one came and went. No agents visiting. I didn’t even have one. We all stayed in a funky motel on the outskirts of Reno in rooms that circled the pool. We were like a little theater company in the heat of summer that went off to a small gambling town in the Wild West to tell a story centered around love. You can imagine how contagious that could be.