Conjure up the subtle combinations of Dutch and French accents spoken in his excellent English, peppered with the grainy mustard of age and the knowingness of time. His storytelling, no less rich in detail than his filmmaking, referencing memories of his past like pages from a book. I have known George for years during my time entering, exiting, and re-entering the film business, but will know him better than all the years accumulated in the next four hours as he tells me about many things. And when I say goodbye, after taking him by wheel chair to his hotel room, where he will say something charming and beautiful to me, I will be very sad, feeling a burden in my heart. Will I see him again? Continue @ huffingtonpost.com