FILM was the master medium of the 20th century. Within a few years of its invention, it had supplanted live theater and the novel as the main way in which most people experienced the art of storytelling, and it retains its cultural dominance to this day (though only if you count TV as a species of filmmaking, which you should).
It follows, then, that film criticism should by definition be worth reading. Right? Er, well, sometimes. Most ofitisin fact flaming hogwash, though Phillip Lopate has held the nonsense to a minimum in his new collection of American film criticism.
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