"Pauline Kael said it was 'meditative', but I fell asleep."

This week I watched a couple of movies that fit this thread. L'avventura and Dead Man. Both had promising openings but were on the boring side tbh.

I've seen films by both those directors that were much more boring.

Ha.

I once scared off a guy who was trying to pick me up at a National Gallery screening by saying that anyone who preferred Lizaveta Markova to Valley of the Bees was prizing quantity over quality.

If I had tried to watch Silent Light in a theater, rather than on DVD, I'm sure I would have walked out in exasperation. And I DID walk out of The Tree of Life--the cosmos-and-dinosaurs sequence was great, but YET ANOTHER sequence establishing that Brad Pitt's character was disappointed with his life, and taking it out by being an exceptionally strict father....

Silent Light is deadly and has stopped me from checking out anything else by Reygadas to date.

Walking out of The Tree of Life because it was too heavy handed about Brad Pitt being disappointed with his life and taking it out on his family is seriously hilarious and WTF to me.

Search: Marguerite Duras' India Song and The Truck
― Ken L (Ken L), Friday, May 20, 2005 11:32 AM (9 years ago)

Saw India Song last night. Viscerally hated it. I was in such a hurry to vacate the theatre, I forgot my sunglasses. I'm all for Jeanne Dielman and Satantango; this was brutal.

That was the most difficult movie I've ever sat through, with the possible sole exception of a Scottish documentary on healing waters

Still kind of wonder if S. Ray was just some sort of exceptional outlier in Kael's viewing history.

More so than RW Fassbinder?

Was gonna say, at least there is the diva worship, but ...

Actually, going by India Song, I'm astounded she reviewed Le Camion so positively. I don't know, maybe they're very different. If they're not...India Song struck me as "The Come-Dressed-As-The-Sick-Soul-of-Europe Parties" turned into a movie.

The Apu films strike me as pretty close to Truffaut in tone. (Why I'm baffled that Truffaut was so condescending towards Pather Panchali.)

After re-listening to that Kael-McDonald-Simon recording from '63 again, it seems to me there were a lot of defenders of western civilization that were pretty condescending toward Ray.

A charitable interpretation would be that Truffaut felt threatened by Satyajit Ray, subliminally or otherwise and covered it up by adopting the guise of a stereotypical French snob.

Been trying to put my finger on my problem with PK for a while, think it comes down to something like this. She clearly had a talent for communicating her enthusiasm that is almost, um, seductive, and a way with words, an ability to write well-constructed, memorable sentences in idiomatic English that could run rings, not to mention circles and squares, around most of her contemporaries. But in the end there is some unforgivable flaw in her critical thinking. Perhaps it is because there is some ideal of a well-functioning critical mind, or maybe of any mind, that one has to learn to trust one's instincts but at the same time monitor them with one's analytic mind, to make corrections and provide explanations, to name a few of the many functions involved in this balancing act. Her general approach as I understand it, to watch everything only once, then run home to type out a fever dream to bowl the readers over with an ever more garrulous outpouring of Paulinist Prose (okay maybe there was some editing or revising of the words but not of the opinion), is not really a system, it can't be tinkered with or fixed once it starts misfiring and veering astray. The end result becomes a Cult of Personality of The Gatekeeper, requiring a few well-chosen favorites, old and new, to bestow praise on while others are vilified and not permitted to enter the city walls. As a case in point, maybe if she had anything like a modicum of self-reflection and correction, at least as a critic, she might have recovered from the trauma she experienced when she Went Hollywood and discovered that the Studio Bosses Had No Clothes.

On another note, have you guys heard that My Favorite song that references Hiroshima Mon Amour?

"Burning Hearts" is what it's called. Kind of amazing, ineffable. Art-damaged, Smiths-damaged Long Island kids reimagine fallout-damaged star-crossed lovers as first imagined by imperialism-damaged cinema-saving French aesthetes.

But perhaps I am overrating. Unlike PK, or at least my impression thereof, if I have even the slightest sense of having overpraised something, then according to some variant of Newton's Third Law I have to push in the other direction and distance myself from it.

Kael was ultimately incurious in a distressing way

applaud her for smelling out Celine & Julie tho

That's a more concise way to put it

I prefer to regard her as Gore Vidal's Burr did John Adams: what he knew he knew well; what he didn't he could hardly imagine.

She's one of the great essayists of the century more than a mobie writer.

If they're not...India Song struck me as "The Come-Dressed-As-The-Sick-Soul-of-Europe Parties" turned into a movie.

Sorry what does this mean?!

Love to watch The Truck someday..

Come-Dressed-As-The-Sick-Soul-of-Europe Party was famous dismissive PK put down of most Euro art film, clevering smiting at least two giants, Bergman and Antonioni, along with various fellow travelers, with one blow. This is implicitly in opposition to her love and approval of Kiss Kiss Bang Bang "vital" life-affirming cinema.

Keep in mind that she adored L'Avventura and praised several Bergman films after the essay, notably Shame and The Magic Flute. How La Notte and L'Eclisse diluted the first film's legacy she doesn't say since listing their the strengths and flaws require more adumbration than she's willing to give. These days I prefer L'Eclisse myself because it's zippier and faster and Alain Delon.

Yeah, in the beginning she was more open to that stuff but at some point it became de riguer for her to knock it presumably because it appealed to the effete East Coast intelligentsia or something like that.

Truth be told, there was a time long ago when I might have been under her thrall, but I finally had to rebel, like Sandy Stranger had to rebel against Miss Jean Brodie.

De rigueur

There's no reason to fuss over it though – unless pockets of Paulette recidivism still cause trouble. I ignore Christgau's blind spots and weaknesses too.

B-b-but Xgau has much more catholic tastes and obviously revisits, relistens and reevaluates otherwise how would he be able to change the Original Grade?

Sure. But Edmund Wilson could hardly read poetry and Greil Marcus hyperventilates in the presence of Elvis Costello. At this point I tolerate her crochets.

I'm with Alfred (even though I have to look up "crochets"...they all knit?). All these people we argue about--Kael, Marcus, Christgau, Bill James on ILB--they've all got their blind spots, quirks, and mannerisms. So do I, so does everyone. What I get from them on the other side far outweighs any of that. If you don't take anything positive away, then yes, I'm sure the blind spots, quirks, mannerisms, and knitting are exasperating.

(I actually wasn't even thinking about Kael when I revived this--just looking for a thread to express my dumbfoundedness over India Song, and a search turned up this one.)

Pauline Kael is a bit more interesting than boredom.

Does Oxford have a Very Short Introduction to boredom yet?

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She's one of the great essayists of the century more than a movie writer.

I guess this is why I'm not an aesthete; I don't care how pretty the pirouette is if it's bullshit at the core.

unless pockets of Paulette recidivism still cause trouble.

I mentioned her to a rather peripatetic ex-critic not long ago; he put a finger in his mouth and made a gagging sound. Qualifies?

he put a finger in his mouth and made a gagging sound.

when he saw you coming?

quoting Addison deWitt's outtakes now, i see

champion to champion

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And I don't care how spotless a movie's diaper is if it doesn't have a few flowers on it.

out of a medieval melodrama!

Are the medievalists back from Iceland yet?

she's a weird critic because she's at her worst when she loves something

Maybe not "worst," but I agree her raves are less convincing than her pans.

to make this thread not all about PK but "meditative" too, i actually did fall asleep during Norte, the End of History

Saw India Song last night. Viscerally hated it. I was in such a hurry to vacate the theatre, I forgot my sunglasses.

I really wish clemenza could see Duras' Nathalie Granger as i did tonight. It makes India Song look like Bringing Up Baby.

How great is it that Kael praised El Camion in the same column in which she savaged Star Wars?

Even a broken clock, etc. *ducks*

Been trying to put my finger on my problem with PK for a while, think it comes down to something like this. She clearly had a talent for communicating her enthusiasm that is almost, um, seductive, and a way with words, an ability to write well-constructed, memorable sentences in idiomatic English that could run rings, not to mention circles and squares, around most of her contemporaries. But in the end there is some unforgivable flaw in her critical thinking. Perhaps it is because there is some ideal of a well-functioning critical mind, or maybe of any mind, that one has to learn to trust one's instincts but at the same time monitor them with one's analytic mind, to make corrections and provide explanations, to name a few of the many functions involved in this balancing act. Her general approach as I understand it, to watch everything only once, then run home to type out a fever dream to bowl the readers over with an ever more garrulous outpouring of Paulinist Prose (okay maybe there was some editing or revising of the words but not of the opinion), is not really a system, it can't be tinkered with or fixed once it starts misfiring and veering astray. The end result becomes a Cult of Personality of The Gatekeeper, requiring a few well-chosen favorites, old and new, to bestow praise on while others are vilified and not permitted to enter the city walls. As a case in point, maybe if she had anything like a modicum of self-reflection and correction, at least as a critic, she might have recovered from the trauma she experienced when she Went Hollywood and discovered that the Studio Bosses Had No Clothes.

― I Don't Zing Like Nobody (James Redd and the Blecchs), Thursday, July 24, 2014 5:00 AM (2 months ago)

this is a great post, and pretty much otm.