Longing For Cinema

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At Denison University in the early 1980s, I signed up for a survey class, Cinema 101, thinking it would be the arts equivalent of the “rocks for jocks” geology class and therefore an easy A.

The joke was on me. The professor, Elliot Stout, was a highly entertaining man who wore Madras jackets, bow ties and looked like a cross between Zero Mostel and Moe from the Three Stooges.

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