TERRY GROSS, host: This certainly feels like the season of Pauline Kael, what with the new biography of the renowned New Yorker film critic and a just published selected collection of her reviews and essays published by the Library of America. But critic Maureen Corrigan has plunged into that collection and says, to borrow a song sung by Diane Keaton in "Annie Hall", a movie, by the way, that Kael did not like, it deliciously seems like old times.
MAUREEN CORRIGAN: To quote the immortal title of her 1965 collection of movie reviews, Pauline Kael may have lost it at the movies, but she infinitely renewed her wide-eyed wonder as a moviegoer in her essays for The New Yorker magazine. Kael was no virgin as a critic when she started writing for The New Yorker in 1967 - but when she loved a movie, she always wrote like she was being touched for the very first time.
The 800-page, just-published Library of America collection of Pauline Kael's selected essays and reviews is called "The Age of Movies," and it's edited by Sanford Schwartz, a critic and biographer who was a friend of Kael's. To read the some 30 years' worth of her writing gathered here, is to remember just how exhilarating it was to discover Kael...
...and realize that a woman could have intellectual authority without having to deepen her voice and turn herself into a male impersonator - a Leona Trilling or Edwina Wilson. Kael was so secure in her smarts that she could be hilarious, emotionally vulnerable and rhapsodic, without constantly looking over her shoulder to check that her public intellectual license wasn't in danger of being revoked.
When she was in a groove, Kael could spit out wisecracks with the tossed-head abandon of a Ginger Rogers. Writing about Woody Allen's Ingmar Bergman knock-off "Interiors," in 1978, Kael shrugged: "Interiors" is deep on the surface. In his introductory veneration, Schwartz scoops up this nugget about what Kael derided as puffed-up message Westerns: Their message, Kael says, was that the myths we never believed in anyway, were false.
Along with stirring up remembered pleasures, the publication of "The Age of Movies" has disinterred all the old controversies about Kael: how she cultivated a garden of baby critics - Paulettes - who row by row grew into positions of power and modeled their opinions and prose style after her own zowie-wowie excesses; how she famously derided auteur theory, but worshipped her own coterie of favorite directors, among them Scorsese, Coppola and Altman.
Those insider quarrels apart, this collection is, even on its own terms, a mottled testimony to Kael's powers. Many of her opinions about films like, say, "Shampoo" and "The Deer Hunter" haven't weathered the test of time. Her hyperbolic language doesn't always take flight. Does Vanessa Redgrave, in the 1977 film "Julia," really possess maybe the most expressive huge hand the screen has ever known?
Clunkers like that one, however, are negatively instructive in their own right. They remind us that writing is hard, that even a magician like Kael had to work to make it look easy as she does in the masterpieces included here - like her long essays on "Citizen Kane" and on Cary Grant, the one lusciously entitled, "The Man from Dream City."
What Kael continues to give readers through her selected essays and reviews, is her gutsy and still controversial article of faith that criticism should be rooted in emotion. She told us it was not only OK, but a prerequisite that a critic should be a fan. Awe, in Kael's view, was a legitimate critical response. Listen to her writing voice at the end of her 1982 review of Steven Spielberg's "E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial":
Spielberg, Kael says, "has earned the tears that some people in the audience, and not just children, shed. The tears are tokens of gratitude for the spell the picture has put on the audience. Genuinely entrancing movies are almost as rare as extraterrestrial visitors. Before Kael, no critic worth his whiskey and cigars would be caught dead talking about tears of gratitude.
In an excellent 1995 essay that he wrote about Kael for The New York Review of Books, literary critic Louis Menand tells an anecdote about how the eminent public intellectual Dwight Macdonald reviewed Kael's book "I Lost It" at the Movies in 1965. In that review, Macdonald asked, in puzzlement, what did she lose at the movies? Thanks to Pauline Kael and her liberating legacy, it's Macdonald's fussy, over-intellectualized question, not Kael's erotic confession, that's the embarrassment.
GROSS: Maureen Corrigan teaches literature at Georgetown University. She reviewed "The Age of Movies: Selected Writings of Pauline Kael." You can read an excerpt of the book on our website freshair.npr.org where you can also find a link to my 1985 interview with Pauline Kael. And of course you can download podcasts of our show.
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