White's F is not mine. His review emphasizes the speed and fluidity of the editing. But Welles' theatrical intonation, ripe with ruminative gestures and arch pauses, slows down the film, going against the grain of the rapid-fire cutting. Welles' voice is not only bemused, but his presumptions to sad grandeur suggest a superior intelligence above the manic flow of his own imagery, the unceasing river of modern life.
David Ehrenstein <cellar47@...
He's only right.
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