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In Show Business There's Not Much Point In Asking Yourself If Someone Really Likes You Or If He Just Thinks You Can Be Useful To Him, Because There's No Difference.

This Movie Is A Toupee Made Up To Look Like Honest Baldness.

Since I Have An Aversion To Movies In Which People Say Grace At The Dinner Table (not To The Practice But To How Movies Use It To Establish The Moral Strength Of A Household), The Opening Night Montage Of Sunday-night Supper In One Home After Another In Waxahachie, Texas In 1935 - A Whole Community Saying Grace Made Me Expect The Worst.

The Words "kiss Kiss Bang Bang" Which I Saw On An Italian Movie Poster, Are Perhaps The Briefest Statement Imaginable Of The Basic Appeal Of Movies

In The Sixties, The Recycling Of Pop Culture Turning It Into Pop Art And Camp Had Its Own Satirical Zest. Now We're Into A Different Kind Of Recycling. Moviemakers Give Movies Of The Past An Authority That Those Movies Didn't Have; They Inflate Images That May Never Have Compelled Belief, Images That Were No More Than Shorthand Gestures And They Use Them Not As Larger-than-life Jokes But As Altars.