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S GREENLAND'S EDITORIAL COMMENT
One Man's Meat k
Another Man's Poison
jus. morning paper has "reviews" cf half a dozen films. Only one picture is good according to this mighty mouthpiece of wisdom. But we are able to bear up under these denouncings. For we know that there is slight chance that five of this week's offerings are "flops. " The critics of the newspaper probably have erred. A few days ago "The King on Main Street11 opened on Broadway. The critics said thus and so, maybe and maybe not, yes and no, and the presses delivered their important opinions to us. We read that another commonplace film had been made. Imagine our surprise on Wednesday evening to see a lobby full of people— and also a long line at the box office — waiting to be admitted to the last show of the night. "The King on Main Street11 is a perfectly delightful, clever film. The critics did not sense that it would be a hit. (It is one of the few instances where the director steals his own picture. The roller coaster shots are so brilliantly done that we have put a star against Monta Bell's name on our list of directors.) i
The critics have a hard life, hemmed about as they are by sticky labels. If they step this way they are labeled "moron,11 and, stepping that way, the other tag "high brow11 is as bad. We advise them to try a "Red Grange11 movement and break through to philosophy. At best their words, j if printed ungarbled by the blue pencils, are but their opinions.
"The Vanishing American11 has been extolled and belittled, praised and panned. We believe it is a great film because it says something j about our own lives. The punch for us was the Indians driving out the Cliff Dwellers only to have, later, the same treatment given to them. J
Our own lives seem small before this thought, the mind is stimulated and the pleasant thrill of an idea seizes us. We remember the crowding aliens in our own streets and cars. Are we too about to be driven out? The thought has the grimness of truth, and we see before our mind's eye the endless procession of which we are a part.
"Ah, ma\e the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend." f "The Vanishinc American,11 at least part of it, is a great film for us. Let the critics understand that each one of us from his own mental lumber yard adds a piece on to each film, building it into a whole from his own personal point of view. Let them criticize only when the structure of the picture does not give any foundation from which we may erect a ladder to the stars.