After ten months as an emergency cinema critic for the New Yorker, waspy, wispy Wolcott Gibbs explained to readers of the Saturday Review of Literature why he will never again try to review movies:
"The cinema resists rational criticism almost as firmly as a six-day bicycle race, or perhaps love. . . . The common level of intelligence in the world is presumably that of the normal adolescent. . . . Ninety percent of the moving pictures exhibited in America are so vulgar, witless and dull that it is preposterous to write about them in any publication not intended to be...
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