If There Is Any Test

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.

Movies Are So Rarely Great Art That If We Cannot Appreciate Great Trash We Have Very Little Reason To Be Interested In Them.

It's Sometimes Discouraging To See All Of A Director's Movies, Because There's So Much Repetition. The Auteurists Took This To Be A Sign Of A Director's Artistry, That You Could Recognize His Movies. But It Can Also Be A Sign That He's A Hack.

The Slender, Swift Bruce Lee Was The Fred Astaire Of Martial Arts, And Many Of The Fights That Could Be Merely Brutal Come Across As Lightning-fast Choreography.

Art Doesn't Come In Measured Quantities: It's Got To Be Too Much Or It's Not Enough.