I took only a class and a half with him. And he continues to inspire me to this day. “He understands how to film a woman,” he would say, divulging in to the passions and derivatives of what I can imagine drew him to film in the first place. And he would challenge us to challenge them, the world and all the expectations bearing down upon us teenagers and twenty-somethings. Maybe it was his French upbringing. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Regardless of how disgruntled and irritated he seamed with each passing class, I understood him as happy. Happier than the happiest professors I’ve ever had.