"New authors are not getting a chance to be heard, for the most part," Sondheim says.
Though recordings of his live performances abound, Sondheim's own movie endeavors have been uneven.
The latest retrospective, however, is entirely of Sondheim's own creation.
The cannibalism is, in typical Sondheim fashion, a cheeky metaphor for the dog-eat-dog capitalism of the day.
Sondheim began by asking a friend about marriage and taking notes, “exactly as if it were a lecture,” he said.
The other matter which fitfully preoccupied him was his unpleasant and unintentional interview with Sondheim.
And that evening Sondheim had sent him an ultimatum by Kastner.
For what reason have you permit Mr. Sondheim to wait in my office?
“That mutt Sondheim looks like a bad one to me, and the other guy––Kastner,” he observed gloomily.
Kastner sneered at him and nudged Sondheim, who immediately sat up in bed and levelled an unwashed hand at Skidder.