![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Take your remaindered cat calendar and let us go back to pretending we're French. For most moviegoers who came in, killing time before the next screening, it was angels-on-the-head-of-a-pin stuff that had nothing to do with the possibly cathartic but more often disappointing experience of seeing things blow up and then made right in under 120 minutes.Īnd for those who made the mistake of asking us how many stars a given movie had, or whether Siskel and Ebert had given it their signature thumbs up or down, we had no time. Sarris versus Kael, for instance-an oversimplified debate about the relative merits of The Village Voice's Andrew Sarris (he of the "auteur theory" that held a director was as responsible for a film as an author was of his book) and the California provocateur Pauline Kael (who championed the importance of collaborators and found Sarris rather stuffy and square). Not the movies themselves, mind you, but the people who reviewed them. When things got slow-when tourists weren't buying stacks of postcards and the latest Ludlum novel-it was easy to start a debate by talking about movie critics. ![]() Back in the 1980s, I was working in a bookstore across from a movie theater in San Francisco, arguing with a bunch of other marginally employed English lit graduates. ![]()
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