I made a sentimental film because I needed to make money. It was a tragedy; it made money. People cried, and so did I, because I wanted to make them go out and change the world. My plot was clever and entertaining, but I wanted to undermine the city and plant bombs in the tunnels. I wanted to bring tears to cutthroat businessmen, to snobs, to clerics who pressed young people in their care for favors. What good is a catharsis if, after you return home, you continue to support the same harmful system?