Dwight MacDonald – Hangs it up as Esquire’s Movie Critic

When kitsch becomes not predominant – it has been for two hundred years – but monopolistic, then one finds that as the years go by one has already reviewed, under another title, almost every new film one sees. While a good movie is sui generis, so that one has to respond to it specifically and individually, bad movies fall into categories and, once one has dealt with the category, it is tedious to keep repeating the demonstration. I seem to have been making the same essential criticisms, for example, of anything-goes unfunny comedies from Zazie in 1961 to What’s New, Pussycat? last year and Morgan! last month. It gets tiresome. About all one can do with bad movies, after a while, is to treat them tangentially, as sociology or cultural history, but this isn’t criticism, and it also gets tiresome, for here, too there is repetition. I’ve said as much as I can, directly and tangentially, about those corny Biblical epics and about the “underground” school, and I cannot face having to grapple with any more of the same. I have been accused of “not liking movies,” which is nonsense: my difficulty is I like them too much so cannot bear to see the medium’s wonderful, infinite possibilities not used to the utmost; I still think as I did in the twenties that the cinema is the great modern art – potentially.

While I like to carp and complain, even for me there is a limit.

Dwight MacDonald, On Movies
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Truffaut, François. The Films in My Life – quote from and epigraph

When I was a critic, I thought that a successful film had simultaneously to express an idea of the world and an idea of cinema; La Règle du Jeu and Citizen Kane corresponded to this definition perfectly. Today, I demand that a film express either the joy of making cinema or the agony of making cinema. I am not at all interested in anything in between; I am not interested in all those films that do not pulse.

Epigraph:
I believe a work is good to the degree that it expresses the man who created it.
ORSON WELLES

These books were alive and they spoke to me.
HENRY MILLER, The Books in My Life

Truffaut, François. The Films in My Life
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Bad Movie Summary Puzzle.

Man killed a dog then died because a woman brought him home.

Genius with superiority complex abandoned job offers to chase some girl he met in a bar.

Middle age man with unorthodox diet help chasing someone obsessed with skincare products.

A son understood his immigrant father more after he went to Europe and fell in love with a girl.

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