Back to shit on the legacy.
Get this: It's 1973. Paul Schrader is living in his car. He's drinking heavily, he isn't eating well, and he isn't talking to many people. During a medical appointment, it occurs to him that the nurse is the first person he's had a real conversation with in weeks. He's had film criticism published, and he'd like to get into the movie business, but he's broke and alone in New York.
As has become his habit, he goes to a porno…