His Girl Friday

As a winsome crackpot awaits execution for murder, the most cynical bunch of reporters in movie history crack jokes. One paper’s managing editor, Walter Burns (Cary Grant), will do anything (including kidnapping an old lady) to get an exclusive — and to win back his star reporter Hildy Johnson (Rosalind Russell), who is also his ex-wife about to marry an insurance-peddling lump (Ralph Bellamy). It was director Howard Hawks who had the inspiration to switch sexes on the male Hildy from Ben Hecht and Charles MacArthur’s famously misanthropic whirlwind Broadway farce, thus adding romantic chicanery to Walter’s rap sheet. Fast-fast and funny-funny, the film moves with a pickpocket’s grace and the morals of a…wait, journalists don’t have morals.
Citizen Kane

“I run a couple of newspapers, what do you do?” asks Charles Foster Kane (Orson Welles) of a young woman he will take as his mistress. Never forget that Welles’ directorial debut, routinely sanctified as the World’s Greatest Film, is also and mainly a bracing study of a tycoon publisher who bears a strong resemblance to William Randolph Hearst. Kane uses his millions to assemble the best journalists money can buy; he more or less invents a war to sell papers; he uses his newsprint empire to promote his candidacy for governor — and, when he loses after the sex scandal, runs the headline “Fraud at Polls.” A two-hour demonstration that absolute wealth corrupts fascinatingly, Kane was a box-office flop, in no small part because Hearst exercised his muscle to suppress and then condemn it.













