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“Criticism will survive even if no one's paying for it. Obviously it's better if people are paying for it. But the fact that artists weren't able to make a living from their work hasn't detracted from the quality of that work. Charles Ives was the second greatest composer in American history and he worked in insurance his whole life.”

Quote by Ignatiy Vishnevetsky

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Ignatiy Vishnevetsky
Ignatiy Vishnevetsky

Ignatiy Vishnevetsky is a Russian film critic born on September 5, 1986. He is known for his in-depth film analysis and unique perspective, often publishing reviews in major media. more

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