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The best thing commercially, which is the worst artistically, by and large, is the most successful.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Commercial success often comes at the cost of artistic integrity.
Orson Welles suggests that in the realm of art, the pieces that achieve the highest commercial success tend to sacrifice artistic value and originality. This reflects a broader critique of how commercial interests can overshadow creative expression, leading to a focus on mass appeal rather than genuine artistic endeavor.
Themes
ArtSuccessCommercialismIntegrityCreativity
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about the balance between art and commercial success in the film industry.
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