I didn’t start off wanting to make a film about homelessness – I wanted to direct a movie, and then thought I might rather like to make one about judgement. I have this worry that in a world full of increasing grey areas we’re becoming more entrenched in black and white positions.
In New York, I live on the Hudson River. There is a tiny triangular park on the corner of Canal and the West Side Highway where this homeless couple lived. I passed them every day on the school run and would try to talk to them. My kids would say good morning. But more and more, I’m ashamed to say, I began not to be able to see them. Somehow they became part of the landscape of the city I live in.
Then Hurricane Sandy happened. There was a mandatory evacuation of downtown riverside Manhattan. In the madness of getting my three kids, dog and cat and wife in the car, I didn’t stop to think where they – my neighbours – would weather the storm. I never saw them again. I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I’m sure they were fine and had moved on but I imagined what their lives might have been and they became a template for a film about judgement.
Why do we treat homelessness the way we do? I think it’s got something to do with fear, a terror that one might end up there, so an absolute, resolute, this could never happen to me attitude – you must have done something yourself to bring yourself so low.
In New York, homelessness has spiralled out of control in the last 10 to 15 years. Social housing (I need to say public housing here because the word social gets everybody’s back up in America) has been slashed by 32 per cent. There are 60,000 homeless people in the municipal shelter system every night – and 24,000 of those are children.