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“SULLIVAN’S TRAVELS COULD really have been a little pamphlet sent around privately,” reflected writer-director Preston Sturges of his 1941 comedy. “Maybe it should have been.” Instead, this head-spinning satire of cinematic pretension became the fourth of Sturges’ films, during that brief time when he blazed like a comet across the sky of American cinema. His breakthrough had come the previous year. By 1940, Sturges was — in addition to being a former Broadway sensation, a restaurateur, and the inventor of kiss-proof lipstick — one of Hollywood’s most sought-after writers. He was also sick of directors cutting his dialogue. So he offered Paramount a deal. They could have his latest script for $10… if they let him direct it. …
摘自《帝国》(Empire)2026年11月刊,Rick Burin。仅引用开头一小段供了解文章,版权归原刊所有,全文请阅读原刊。