ENDLESS AND FRUITLESS hours are spent arguing the merits of works such as Orphee, which, to me, do not have sufficient intrinsic value to make lengthy discussion a profitable pastime. At first I decided not to participate in this debate as it appeared to be a waste of time. On second thought, however, it seemed that a brief summary of my ideas about this type of film might help those who, like myself, wish to bring about a more rational consideration of such pictures in the appreciation of the film. The cinema means different things to different people, and its vast audience is made up of groups-some large and some smalleach finding satisfaction in a wide range of subjects reflecting various degrees of skill in presentation. Therefore I have no wish to offend anyone when I say that I obtain no enjoyment from Cocteau's films and feel that the cinema would be none the poorer without him; I realize that a minority group of people exist which, if we are to believe their word, do admire him and find genuine satisfaction in his work. I am aware also that these people may feel as disappointed in my lack of response to Orphee as I am in those who say they do not like Miracle in Milan, which film, incidentally, reveals by comparison the emptiness of Cocteau's work more than discussion will ever do.
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