Rita Hayworth, circa 1947
I hate you so much I think I’m going to die from it.
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As Jacques Doniol-Valcroze has rightly observed, the average American moviegoer couldn’t forgive Welles for killing off Rita. Even worse, he let her die like a bitch on the floor of a hellish chamber while he walked out indifferently, eager to have things over and done with, without even obeying the elementary rule that the heroine should be paid the courtesy of dying in the arms of the rugged sailor. For some years, the misogyny of the American cinema has become a commonplace of intellectual criticism. Rita Hayworth was undoubtedly one of its first victims, and remains, through Welles’ genius, its most glorious martyr. - André Bazin, “Orson Welles: A Critical View”
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Orson Welles, unlike Eisenstein and Dreyer, has never considered film as a plastic object but rather as a duration, something which unwinds like a ribbon; he has defined film, in fact, as “a ribbon of dreams.” - François Truffaut
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Trailer for ‘Gilda’ (1946)
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I hate you so much that I would destroy myself to take you down with me.
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