"Better to be king for a night than schmuck for a lifetime." What a sad movie: Jerry Lewis watching Fuller's "Pickup on South Street" materialises Scorcese's view of the death of cinema by television. Scorcese constructs a world where success is the only possible shortcut for happiness and love. Jerry Lewis slapping Sandra Bernhard reminds one of Karloff slappping the kid in Bogdanovich's "Targets". This is the end.