For weeks, moviegoers in Washington, D.C. and Los Angeles have been crowding to see La Ronde, a French film that took prizes in three European film festivals. Like moviegoers in London, where the picture is flourishing in its sixth month, they seem to like what they see: an audacious, worldly-wise comedy of sex. In both U.S. cities, the film drew cheers from the critics—and not a murmur of protest from any guardian of the public morals. But last week wicked old New York, which almost always gets first crack at a foreign movie, had...
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