Abstract
“An actor, shot at, grabs his kneecap and falls downstairs. Within a few seconds, he is able to explain, in a politely stoical voice, that he isn't badly hurt—just hit in the leg. This is a fair measure of how intimately most movies are acquainted with even the most rudimentary realities of experience. A good excruciating crack on every kneecap that needs it might be enough to revolutionize Hollywood. Even if it didn't, it would be a pleasure to deliver.”—James Agee Nation, February 14, 1948
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