It looked like a cinema exhibitor's dream, a remembrance of prosperity past, a pre-TV anachronism. In France one day last week, from the Champs Elysées to the quays of Marseille, customers outside movie houses pressed in queues three or four abreast. At the Wepler theater on Paris' Place Clichy, where Goldfinger was playing, patrons actually crashed through heavy glass doors. And "National Defend French Cinema Day," as it was called, would have produced the fattest 24-hour box office in history except that there was no box officeall the films were on the...
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