As film festivals go, the biennial splash at the baths of Karlovy Vary, Czechoslovakia, seldom causes more than a ripple of interest in the world of cinema. Last week, however, the centuries-old spaknown as Carlsbad when Dostoevsky used to gamble away rubles at the casino, while the crowned heads of Europe took the waters to prolong their reignswas jammed with film buffs, critics, buyers and distributors from all across Europe and the U.S. None of them had anything more than a peripheral interest in the dreary assortment of 42 films from such ersatz...
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