at Lincoln Center
I suppose more nonsense, engaging and otherwise, has been written about films than about any other medium. And I mean written by the serious critic. Here's Seymour Stern thundering somewhere in the Thirties: 'Twenty years after Birth of a Nation, nineteen years after Intolerance, and ten after Potemkin, the cinema as a fine art, in every country of the world, presents a picture of absolute bankruptcy.' In passing, Stern pulverized Murnan's Sunrise, Lubitsch's 'bits of persiflage,' the 'absurdly overrated' René Clair, and such sports as Mervyn LeRoy, George Cukor, and King Vidor, whose 'style' Stern considered about as profound as that of Mary Roberts Rinchart.
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