Bright Lights Film Journal

David Denby, flushing audibly

“Even now, moviegoing is informal and spontaneous. Still, we long to be overwhelmed by that flush of emotion when image, language, movement, and music merge. We have just entered from the impersonal streets, and suddenly we are alone but not alone, the sighing and shifting all around hitting us like the pressures of the weather in an open field.”

You know, Dave, I can forgive just about anything in writer for the New Yorker. But not profundity.