By the way, do you know what cinema stars mean by the word “location”? If you do or don’t you’ll be interested to read Mary Pickford’s definition:
You start at six o’clock in the morning, you ride miles. The wind blows. Your make-up is spoiled, your hair disarranged. The road is rough. You have a puncture. It is either February or July. If it is February, you are working on a summer story and clad in the thinnest and flimsiest lawn or linen, and the cold bites to the marrow of your bones. If it is July, you are working on a winter story and, consequently, bundled in furs and woollens in the broiling sun. After working hard all morning, you pause for lunch. The bread is cut thick and the coffee is cold, but you eat, anyway. Then you work all afternoon and the ride home after dark, glad it is over. Next day you discover you have to go back because the scenes you took were not satisfactory and, therefore, must be shot over. That is location!