Iris Barry (1895 – 1969) was a film critic and curator. In the 1920s she helped establish the original London Film Society, and was the first curator of the film department of the New York Museum of Modern Art in 1935.
Barry was born Iris Sylvia Crump, in the Washwood Heath district of Birmingham, England. She was the daughter of Alfred Charles Crump and Annie Crump. She studied at the Ursiline convent, Verviers, Belgium.
She moved to London in 1916 or 1917, where she met Ezra Pound. She had two children with Wyndham Lewis, a boy in 1919, and daughter in 1920.
She began publishing film criticism in The Spectator in 1923, and was film correspondent for the Daily Mail between 1925 and 1930, when she emigrated to the United States. Her marriage to Alan Porter did not long survive the move.
The Film Society, the first of its kind, was launched in October 1925; she was one of its founders along with cinema owner Sidney Bernstein, film director Adrian Brunel, well-connected enthusiast Ivor Montagu, and fellow film critic Walter Mycroft.
I'd love to say
Do you love me, but
I'm as humble as a bumble bee
I'd walk away
If you come with me or
I may crumble
For all to see
I have the weather
On my side
Hey, by the way
Did you love me girl?
The words I mumble
As she leaves
I'll be okay
As long as you won't be but
You don't fumble
You don't grieve
You don't think whether
You don't think twice
You're so sober
You only broke me
You, only broke me
Yeah,you're so sober
You're so sober
You only broke me
You, only broke me
Yeah, you're so sober
Lay the blame
Make it worthy and
Sift through rubble
For debris
As night fades day begins
I'm noticing lately that the
Wind sings trouble in the breeze
I have the weather
On my side
You're so sober
You only broke me
You, only broke me
Yeah, you're so sober
You're so sober
You only broke me
You, only broke me
Yeah, you're so sober
Is this over?
Or am I just crazy?
I'm not crazy
Yeah, you're so sober
Sober yeah.