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Forty-nine years ago last October Al Jolson not only filled with hideous song the sound track of a film called The Jazz Singer, he also spoke. With the words 'You ain't heard nothin' yet' (surely the most menacing line in the history of world drama), the age of the screen director came to an end and the age of the screenwriter began.
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