In art, the obvious is a sin.
I believed that I was being forced to sacrifice my family and my career in defense of the Communist Party, from which I had long been separated and which I had grown to dislike and distrust.
Not a single person I named hadn't already been named at least a half-dozen times and wasn't already on he blacklist.
With me it was that defending the Communist Party was something worse than naming the names.
Technical skill counts for nothing if it is used only to manufacture films which have little to do with humanity.