In ’79 or thereabouts I was reading the graffiti on the men’s room wall at the Bleecker Street Cinema (opened in ’60, died in ’91). Nothing but referenced, film-hipster stuff. Somebody had written “hello, Noel Carroll!” (Carroll is now a respected author, art philosopher and professor — he was then a critic for the Soho Weekly News.) Another visitor had written “let’s go!” Explaining what film that line was taken from would have been too pedestrian. Everyone who visited that bathroom knew it cold. (Pics below stolen from an undated Cinephilia & Beyond piece titled “SAM PECKINPAH’S ‘THE WILD BUNCH’ IS SAVAGE POETRY; ONE OF THE GREAT MASTERPIECES OF WORLD CINEMA.”)