Who can sit through eight-hour movies today? My patience won’t last that long. Neither will my bladder. Just when the killer is about to get apprehended, I’m in the can… I couldn’t stay longer than “Wolf of.” I never saw the part that went “Wall Street.”
— Today brings an already-classic Cindy Adams column, in which the 83-year-old (who’s written a column for the New York Post since the year Phnom Penh fell and Patty Hearst was released from prison and Sid Vicious overdosed) beefs about the length of movies.