There's a phenomenal selection of films in Cambridge this week. They're biggies--kind of an equivalent to what classical music types call warhorses--including Orson Welles's Citizen Kane, a great movie that critics have built up too much; The Hustler, which seems better and better ("This is Ames, Mister"..."Fat man, you shoot a great game of pool."...); a classic Godard. Everybody knows these films, you can hardly go wrong no matter what you see this week, and the real attraction of the week is Cagney on T.V., so I'll leave space for Farmer Briney. A few oddities worth checking: Bogart (with a taste for cheesecake, the source of which Peter Lorre viciously murders) and Mafia friends save N.Y.C. from the Nazis when the police aren't watching in All Through the Night; the Russian film of Dostoevsky at Quincy; John Wayne in John Ford's Stagecoach, one of the first major Westerns. A jumble of others, two with Peter Sellers. Two Marx brothers. Cambridge, in terms of fine old movies that speak for themselves, you're best as far as I'm concerned. Cambridge you pool a great range of shots. "So do you Fast Eddie."