We know Andrew Sarris can be wanting for inspiration periodically, borrowing liberally from either his own previous work or that of others. In the end, however, I think I might prefer a lazy Sarris to a prurient one; to wit, in my yawning scroll through Andrew Sarris's Observer piece this week about The Earrings of Madame De... and the regurgitated rest of "the greatest films of all time," I overlooked a key passage that Jim Emerson brought to my attention only yesterday:
Even among my contemporaries, I have become notorious over the years for my ecstatic -- to the point of orgasmic -- addiction to camera movement as an expression of the tyranny of time in the drama of human life.
Memo to shuddering self: Do not sit in front of Sarris at an Orson Welles film.
Posted at March 13, 2007 9:39 AM
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