The Slender, Swift Bruce Lee Was The

We Will Never Know The Extent Of The Damage Movies Are Doing To Us, But Movie Art, It Appears, Thrives On Moral Chaos. When The Country Is Paralyzed, The Popular Culture May Tell Us Why. After Innocence, Winners Become Losers. Movies Are Probably Inuring Us To Corruption; The Sellout Is The Hero-survivor For Our Times.

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.

Economy, Speed, Nervousness, And Desperation Produce The Final Wasteful, Semi-incoherent Movies We See.

Movies Are A Combination Of Art And Mass Medium, But Television Is So Single In Its Purpose-selling-that It Operates Without That Painful, Poignant Mixture Of Aspiration And Effort And Compromise.

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.