The public is never wrong (1953)

Record Details:

Title:
The public is never wrong
Date:
1953
Publisher:
New York : G. P. Putman's Sons
Volume:
The public is never wrong
Leaf #:
000106
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 28, 2024
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The Public Is Never Wrong Al filled the glasses and they drank. Then they drank again. Hackett was, as I have said, celebrated for his capacity. "Porter is an artist too," Al began after a while. "He has dedicated himself to his craft, just as you have to yours, and as you know he is a top man in it. He would never for one moment ask you to inconvenience yourself except that he knows the moat swim will improve the picture. You'll be a hit and he wants to make you a bigger one." Elbows continued to bend. Al held on nobly, but his eyes were become glassy when I went in. Hackett was going strong, but he had mellowed. I applied such arguments as I was able to muster. "All right," Hackett said finally. "Ill swim your damned moat." Porter, summoned from his office, crushed out his cigar and got behind his camera. Hackett plunged into the canvas moat like a huge water spaniel and splashed its length. "Now," he said, rising from the shallow water, "there will be no doing it over tomorrow or the next day. Let's get it right now." He stalked majestically around the moat and plunged in again. All told he swam it four times. We made an effort to give The Prisoner of Zenda a big send-off, as we had Queen Elizabeth. This time we rented a hotel ballroom for a press and trade showing. The favorable audience response was apparent at once.