There’s something very ugly about film journalism nowadays.

Open an issue of Empire or Total Film and it’s likely that whatever you read will be aimed at attracting 17 year old boys.

Graham GreeneThe words “spoilers” and “stunning” feature heavily. There’s always a star rating. The picture inserts are full of tacky jokes. What happened to elegant film writing?

Between 1935 and 1940, Graham Greene reviewed over 400 films in Spectator and Night and Day. His writing on films was as taught and readable as any of his novels. He reviewed everything from Mark Sandrich’s classic musical, Top Hat , to the Kipling adaptation, Elephant Boy. Greene also wrote a number of screenplays and screen adaptations of his own novels, including The Third Man, Our Man in Havana and the excellent Brighton Rock. He described his trips to the cinema as an escape from the daily pressures of novel writing.

So why can’t film reviews today mirror the writing of the 30s and 40s? Why does everything have to be followed by a star rating and a brief and pointless synopsis?A young Richard Attenborough in John Boulting's 1947 classic, Brighton Rock

Of course I’m not suggesting that there is no crediable film journalism. The best film magazine currently on sale in the UK is Sight and Sound. Produced by the BFI, it doesn’t compromise its intellegence or condescend to its readers. Reviews are thorough and balanced. Interviews are rarely sychophantic and the essays are detailed and informative.

If film magazines tried to stop emulating weekly glossies and concentrated on film itself, perhaps we would see a return to the elegant film writing of Graham Greene and Dylis Powell.

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