Even though I’m fortunate enough to have a larger-than-the-usual-size color TV, and I appreciate it for the great drug that it is, there is part of me that will always cherish old black and white movies (and I’ll watch them anytime, forget this late at night business) on television. I don’t think it has a thing to do with nostalgia. (Remember nostalgia?) J prefer the look. The same is true of photographs. I always think the ones in black and white tend to better document, illustrate . . . and on their own are more interesting works of art. In 1969 when Richard Robinson thought seriously about forming a band called Man Ray, in which everyone would wear all black and white and the stage would be adorned with bright white . neon light, I thought it a bit stark. I realize now how right he was.