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- Nov. 07, 1994: Books:That Wild Old Woman
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Nov. 07, 1994 Mad as Hell
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ARTS & MEDIA/BOOKS, Page 78
- That Wild Old Woman
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p> Pauline Kael has led a war on bad films, raised mere movie reviewing
- to the level of criticism and given everybody fits
- </p>
- <p>By Richard Corliss--With reporting by Jeffrey Ressner/Los Angeles
- </p>
- <p> When Quentin Tarantino was 15, he saw something on TV that changed
- his life: Pauline Kael. The New Yorker movie critic was being
- grilled by Tomorrow host Tom Snyder on her rave review of Philip
- Kaufman's Invasion of the Body Snatchers, and she refused to
- back down. "I thought, 'Who is this wild old woman?'" the writer-director
- of Pulp Fiction recalls, "and soon I was going to the library
- to find her books. She was as influential as any director was
- in helping me develop my aesthetic. I never went to film school,
- but she was the professor in the film school of my mind."
- </p>
- <p> That's just how one thinks of Kael: as a nutty professor, the
- one you laugh at, fear and never forget. We see her prowling
- the classroom, badgering her students with scathing rhetorical
- questions, pinwheeling her provocative thoughts on what, when
- she talked about it, really was the liveliest art. Kael didn't
- teach you how to look at films--descriptive consideration
- of a director's visual style was not her forte--but she sure
- taught you how to feel about them. The titles of her critical
- collections (I Lost It at the Movies, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Going
- Steady, Deeper into Movies, Reeling, When the Lights Go Down,
- Hooked, Movie Love) document her sumptuous passion for film.
- Her hyperactive intelligence wanted movies to speak up, move
- fast, go crazy, make her swoon. She needed pictures to do for
- her what her reviews did for her readers.
- </p>
- <p> Kael, 75, retired three years ago; we can all relax from keeping
- up with the ruthless intensity of her opinions. Her voice is
- echoed, shrilly, wanly, in dozens of movie reviewers whose style
- she influenced and whose careers she strenuously promoted. But
- for the real thing, there is a mammoth new book, For Keeps (Dutton;
- 1,312 pages; $34.95), which collects about a fifth of her movie
- writing. So far as we know, that's all she wrote--no fiction,
- no lit crit, no backward glance at an early life that included
- jobs as a seamstress, cook and children's companion (Auntie
- Mame from Mensa!). "I'm frequently asked why I don't write my
- memoirs," she notes in the introduction to For Keeps. "I think
- I have."
- </p>
- <p> Kael was in her 40s before she became a fixture among cinephiles
- in Berkeley, California, where her criticism appeared in the
- form of program notes, radio reviews, screeds in the local film
- magazine. She couldn't have been further out of the loop--the double helix, really, that embraced Hollywood movies and
- Manhattan media--so she devised a piquant strategy for being
- heard: she would go to a movie and review the audience. Sometimes
- she'd review the reviewers, a tactic that led to slams on the
- New York Times' Bosley Crowther and epochal tussles over the
- auteur theory with the Village Voice's Andrew Sarris. Not until
- Kael joined the New Yorker in 1968 did she move to the front
- line and have to concentrate pretty much on reviewing the damn
- movies.
- </p>
- <p> In her introduction to For Keeps, she calls her New Yorker gig
- "the best job in the world." It wasn't. For one thing, it was
- only half a job; she shared it with Penelope Gilliatt, who reviewed
- films from April to October, and who would often find her published
- opinions mocked and overruled when Kael returned. For another,
- Kael had to fight editor William Shawn and his timid minions
- to retain her brassy voice. "The editors," she writes, "tried
- to turn me into just what I'd been struggling not to be: a genteel,
- fuddy-duddy stylist...Sometimes almost every sentence was
- rearranged." Shawn never got Kael. He is said to have wondered
- aloud why she didn't write for the Voice, "where she belongs."
- </p>
- <p> At her peak Kael validated the vitality of such pop hits as
- Jaws, Taxi Driver, the Godfather films. Gradually, though, her
- opinions calcified into dogma. She became more auteurist, more
- predictable in defending favorite directors--Kaufman, Sam
- Peckinpah, Brian De Palma, Irvin Kershner, Fred Schepisi--than Sarris ever was, more frantic when her guys made flops.
- ("Are people becoming afraid of American movies?" she asked
- in a memorable burst of hysteria in 1978.)
- </p>
- <p> And she loved trotting out her bugbears, those midcult darlings
- she despised: "Meryl Streep just about always seems miscast.
- (She makes a career out of seeming to overcome being miscast.)"
- This could set up some amusing abrasions when A-list men made
- movies starring Z-list women. In 1985, before the release of
- the Schepisi-Streep Plenty, the director mused, "Now we'll find
- out if she likes me more than she hates Meryl Streep." The answer
- was no.
- </p>
- <p> Like most pundits, Kael was thick fisted and thin skinned. But
- Lord, that "wild old woman" could write. "You have to be open
- to the idea of getting drunk on movies," she says at the end
- of this humongous volume, as bulky as a six-pack of Bud and
- as instantly intoxicating. Reading For Keeps is like going on
- a toot with Mary McCarthy, Belle Barth and Billie Holiday. It's
- movie analysis with a serrated edge; film criticism as stand-up
- bawdry; intellectual improvisation that soars into the highest
- form of word jazz.
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