Hollywood, living far beyond its cus tomers' means, suffers from a severely bloated pocketbook (TIME, Oct. 21). The complaint is chronic, but a shrewd new diagnosis has been made by the Saturday Review of Literature's roving reviewer, John Mason Brown.
Critic Brown, who normally spends more time on books and Broadway than at the movies, dropped in to see the British-made Brief Encounter. He liked its lack of glamor:
"The heroine . . . though pretty, is not a traveling salesman's idea of Venus. Hers is an interesting face, not a vacant one. . . . Her hair looks as if she could...
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