In the chutes ‘n’ ladders space of his 1939 painting, “New York Movie,” Edward Hopper keeps us guessing. In a 2013 article for the Voice, I wrote about we can feel the artist’s eye searching around that grand space, “capturing a balustrade here, a lighting sconce there, until he finally settles on a blond usherette in an indigo, quasi-military outfit. While on duty, these young women were forbidden to watch the film, and Hopper isolates her existential reverie at stage right, behind an ornate column. Neither she nor we can see more than a hint of the silver screen. Hopper’s genius lies in discovering that the main attraction is found in the hush between the scenes.
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