Two of the world’s greatest storytellers in their prime, one in front of the camera and one behind it. It’s no wonder Marty had such a strong affection for Steven Prince, his drugged-up, anecdotal aura clearly the life and soul of the party. Who else can say they managed Neil Diamond on the road whilst heavily addicted to heroin, saved a girl’s life with an adrenaline shot that went on to inspire the Mia Wallace sequence in Pulp Fiction, shot someone six times in the chest and got away with it, and dodged being drafted to Vietnam through claiming he was gay? Michael Chapman pans swiftly across the room whenever Scorsese gives the signal, demonstrating a director-to-cinematographer relationship like no other, stoned hippies and cigarette smoke consuming the frame. You can feel the cocaine-fuelled energy bursting through the atmosphere, but more importantly, you feel the human connection. Long live the 70s.