Hollywood follows the mass audience and the mass audience follows Hollywood; there is no leader. The worst of the past is preserved with new dust. How many films that we once groaned at do we now hear referred to nostalgically? When the bad is followed by the worse, even the bad seems good. (Film addicts talk about Grand Hotel or Busby Berkeley's choreography, as if those were the days.) The hostility toward art and highbrowism that infect much of our culture helps to explain the popularity of so many untrained and untalented screen performers. Richard Burton and Dan O'Herlihy do not stimulate the fans; Tony Curtis, Tab Hunter, Janet Leigh, Jane Powell do. Fans like untrained actors; perhaps they like even the embarrassment of untrained actors (why should they tolerate the implied criticism of speech or gesture that derives from a higher culture?). The office girl says, "No, I don't want to go see Howard Keel—he was a professional singer, you know." The taste of the mass audience belongs to sociology, not aesthetics. Those who make big films do not consider primarily the nature of the medium and what they want to do with it, they try to keep ahead of the mass audience.
As the mass media developed, the fine points of democratic theory were discarded, and a parody of democracy became public dogma. The film critic no longer considers that his function is the formation and reformation of public taste (that would be an undemocratic presumption); the old independent critic who would trumpet the good, blast the bad, and tell his readers they were boobs if they wasted money on garbage, gives way to the amiable fellow who feels responsible not to his subject matter but to the tastes of the stratum of his public. Newspaper critics are, in many cases, not free to attack big films (too much is at stake), but they are usually free to praise what they wish; yet they seem too unsure of themselves, too fearful of causing a breach with their readers, to praise what may be unpopular. It is astonishing how often they attack the finest European productions and the most imaginative American ones—safe targets. Attitudes become more important than judgments. The critic need not make any definite adverse comments; his descriptive tone is enough to warn his readers off. Praise which includes such terms as "subtle," "low-keyed" or "somber" is damnation; the critic saves his face but helps kill the movie.
There are people, lots of them, who take big pictures seriously. What is one to say to the neo-Aristotelianism of the salesgirl who reports "I saw The Student Prince last night—it was so wonderful and so sad. I cried and cried, and when it was over, why, I just felt all cleaned out." Only snobs howl at Duel in the Sun ($11.3 million gross), and if you crawled out on Quo Vadis ($10.5 million gross) you not only showed your disrespect for heavy labor, you implied contempt for those who were awed by it. Hollywood productions are official parts of American life, proofs of technological progress; derision is subversive. You will be reproved with "What right have you to say Samson and Delilah is no good when millions of people like it?" and you will be subjected to the final devastation of "It's all a matter of taste and one person's taste is as good as another's." One does not make friends by replying that although it is all a matter of taste (and education and intelligence and sensibility) one person's taste is not as good as another's.
—Pauline Kael, "Movies, the Desperate Art," The Berkley Book of Modern Writing No. 3, 1956, revised for Film: An Anthology, 1959, reprinted in The Age of Movies, Selected Writings of Pauline Kael, edited by Sanford Schwartz, The Library of America, 2011
I read this same Kael piece on my flight over to New York this week. It struck me as particularly resonant given Ryan Stewart's 9/23 tweets in which he defended Natasha Vargas-Cooper's recent "insights" into T2, like the following:
"That Sarah Connor is not just wrongly perceived to be crazy, but has in fact gone crazy from her unique predicament."
Maybe this was trenchant in 1991, I thought. But Twitter's limited space hardly allows someone as verbose as I am to adequately make my case. But this, from elsewhere in Kael's piece, which directly addresses a classic movie Vargas-Cooper felt the need to take a potshot at in her T2 thumbsucker:
"The trained eye of an adult may find magic in the sustained epiphanies of DAY OF WRATH, the intricate cutting and accumulating frenzy of LA REGLE DU JEU, the visual chamber drama of LES PARENTS TERRIBLES. American attempts in these directions have met with resistance not only from the public but from American film critics as well. The critics' admiration for 'action' and 'the chase' leads them to praise sleazy suspense films but to fret over whether A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE or THE MEMBER OF THE WEDDING is really 'cinematic.'"*
*Kael's last point being relevant this week as well, for entirely different reasons, addressed by you quite expertly earlier this week in your discussion of Polanski's CARNAGE.
Posted by: Tony Dayoub | October 01, 2011 at 05:42 PM
Oddly, just watching Mark Cousins' The Story of Film, and there's Stanley Donen talking about how he used to hate Busby Berkeley's stuff... but he appreciates it now.
Unfair to dismiss any critic because of some vagary of taste, but it does seem to me that anybody who dismisses Janet Leigh (magnificent as early as Act of Violence) simply isn't looking and listening.
Posted by: D Cairns | October 01, 2011 at 05:55 PM
I agree with the major points you quote here, but I have to say, one of the maddening things about Kael - and I say this as a big fan - was her contradictory attitude towards "highbrow". One minute, she's upbraiding people for not embracing highbrow works enough, the next, she's attacking people for only liking "safe" highbrow films instead of films she feels have the vitality highbrow films lack.
Posted by: lipranzer | October 01, 2011 at 06:48 PM
It's one of the things about Kael that drives ME crazy, too Lipranzer, and it's a feature, not a bug. There's a streak of perversity in her perspective that runs all the way through her work, and not to play amateur shrink, but I suspect, after dipping a bit into Kellow's new biography, that a lot of her nettlesome pronouncements in this respect were somehow tied into her desire to tweak the uber-refined William Shawn. There's also the possibility that she equated consistency with complacency.
One of the things that gets me about some of the above is her undisguised disgust with the preferences of working people, particularly female working people—the "office girl" and the "salesgirl." Boy, she just doesn't like THOSE types. But really, does anybody anywhere think anybody anywhere ever said anything like that about Howard Keel? (Who eventually did okay, as did Richard Burton.) But, you know, incidental points of disagreement or peculiarity aside, you have to give it up for someone who just comes out and blatantly says, "No, YOUR taste sucks." And who said it with sufficient potency that she didn't get a few dozen return protests of "But so-and-so is a nice guy!" or something.
Posted by: Glenn Kenny | October 01, 2011 at 07:14 PM
I'm going to imitate russians that post all over the world and write in my own language: É surpreendente o estilo de Pauline Kael. Com palavras amenas, ela atinge fundo e certeiramente o alvo de sua crítica: os críticos contemporizadores, mais preocupados com sua posição do que com externar a veracidade de sua crítica. Também tem uma visão fulminante do público cinematográfico: “É tudo uma questão de gosto (e de educação, de inteligência e de sensibilidade)”. O comercialismo do cinema como indústria tem uma síntese objetiva, sem preconceitos ou concessões. Diz verdades profundas com a simplicidade de uma conversa informal, aceitando os fatos mas nem por isto exaltando-os. A profundidade de suas ideias vai ao cerne do cinema. Deixou obra meritória e difícil de ser igualada em profundidade e abrangência.
Posted by: Antônio | October 01, 2011 at 07:32 PM
This sounds so much like Dwight Macdonald that I would have been fooled if you had misattributed the quote to him. Man, why do people get nostalgic for this starchy mid-50s Partisan Review crap, where all cultural criticism reads like it's badly translated Marx? This is probably the first time I've ever felt bored reading Pauline Kael. However, it does make a nice counter-point to the whole Vargas-Cooper thing from this past week.
Posted by: Joel | October 01, 2011 at 08:36 PM
Glenn, your comment about Kael: "One of of the things that gets me about some of the above is her undisguised disgust with the preferences of working people, particularly female working people--the "office girl" and the "sales girl." Boy, she doesn't like THOSE types."
Wasn't it an old Kael trick (among others)to use as a springboard some comment supposely overheard at a screening or a party to defend or demolish a film?
Also to note that Kael spent most of her adult life making ends meet with menial, backbreaking jobs.
Posted by: haice | October 01, 2011 at 09:56 PM
"Most of her adult life?" She did sewing work and ran a laundromat in the early '50s, and then did a bunch of things that writers do to make ends meet at various points...until she didn't. But based on your observation, Haice, I'm gonna start telling people that I worked at gas stations and Pathmarks "most of my adult life." In any case, none of that has a thing to do either way with what I'm talking about, the attitude she adopts in this piece, and that carries over, expanded somewhat, into the radio reviews she would do in the early '60s; that is, this avowal that when lumpen folks like movies she doesn't, it's par for the course, while when that's the case with educated people, It's An Awful Shame, And Something Ought To Be Done About It. I never quite got that sort of fervor, and I feel it less today than I ever did; I'm more interested in criticism as a process of trying to get to the bottom, such as it is, of something, than as a recruiting tool for my tastes/values. I mean of course there's always going to be an element of the latter in there, but it doesn't grab me a huge amount, as a reader OR a writer. Maybe that's one reason I never connected as strongly to Kael as many others did.
Posted by: Glenn Kenny | October 01, 2011 at 11:03 PM
"...Busby Berkeley's choreography, as if those were the days."
Well, weren't they?
It's funny, I love Kael, find a number of her general views and sensibilities (and descriptions of certain great films - especially Godard's mid 60s output) articulate my own feelings on the subject magnificently.
Yet my taste in particular films probably overlaps with her less than 10%. Go figure...
@ D Cairns,
there's a Story of Film doc? I had no idea; I love the book despite its idiotic American cover with Jack Sparrow dwarfing Sherlock Jr. (the cover is actually kind of charming once you realize how good a survey the text actually is - just proves the old adage about judging a book). I'll have to check that out.
Posted by: MovieMan0283 | October 01, 2011 at 11:13 PM
Glenn - picking up with your "amateur shrink" angle (I have the Kellow book on hold at both the Brooklyn and Manhattan libraries, so I'll get it from whichever one has it first), I seem to remember, in the book "Nine American Film Critics" where the author made a comparison to Kael and Huckleberry Finn, and while I don't remember the reference, I remember thinking it made sense.
Posted by: lipranzer | October 01, 2011 at 11:47 PM
One of Pauline's many jobs in the years before she won fame as a film critic was as a mek-up tester for
(wait for it)
Sonja Henie
Yes the studios discovered that Pauline's slin tone was identical to that of the skating star. Think of thet the next time one of Sonya's epics turns up on the tube.
Posted by: David Ehrenstein | October 02, 2011 at 11:14 AM
Glenn: that's an excellent articulation of My Pauline Kael Problem. I was never sure she actually ENJOYED anything.
Posted by: Dan Coyle | October 02, 2011 at 02:09 PM
Glenn: If and when you (and your readers of course) have finished Kellow's bio, I'd appreciate any thoughts. I was underwhelmed, but I'm not yet able to say exactly why. I got the impression that - whaddaya know? - I must've known more about her life than I thought I did. Repeatedly, I'd read fairly long stretches without learning much in the way of brand new info, a goodly amount of the book consisting of quotes from her reviews or from published interviews. Maybe I expected too much, either from Kael's life or her biographer, or perhaps both. Dunno. She seems like such rich subject matter. Boswell? No. Tosches...
Posted by: Matthew Fisher | October 02, 2011 at 05:29 PM
GK: "I'm more interested in criticism as a process of trying to get to the bottom, such as it is, of something, than as a recruiting tool for my tastes/values."
Amen and a hearty "hear, hear!" to that. The Kael excerpt you've posted is unfortunately reminiscent of that shopworn quote of hers that conservatives have used to bash the "liberal elite" for years, the whole "I don't know how Nixon got elected, no one I know voted for him" thing, which I always thought had been taken hideously out of context until I became a little more familiar with Kael's writing.
Posted by: Eddie Carmel | October 02, 2011 at 06:14 PM
Kellow writes in his Kael bio, "Although Pauline was careful not to reveal too much of herself directly in her reviews, it had become possible for those who read her closely to get a sense of her position on various political issues - as was the case with her quip about Nixon's liking THE LAST PICTURE SHOW. At around this time she also commented that she couldn't understand how Nixon had gotten elected, because she didn't know a single person who voted for him. The remark circulated widely in conservative circles, something that delighted Pauline no end [sic]." (To be clear: this if from an advanced copy.)
Posted by: Matthew Fisher | October 02, 2011 at 08:13 PM
Your opening paragraph reminds me of something Ken Levine noted on his blog a couple of months ago: Tens of millions of American TV viewers religiously tune in each week to see singers who can't sing and dancers who can't dance, but wouldn't be caught dead watching the Tony Awards, which features many of the finest musical talents on the planet. Best guess: They like watching untalented people, perhaps because it lets them feel superior ("He sucks. I could do that so much better.").
Posted by: Cadavra | October 02, 2011 at 09:06 PM
Dan - sorry, but my problems with Kael aside, I can't get behind that statement. She was inconsistent in many areas, and in my opinion, she had the default position of "if the film's not treating this subject satirically, it's automatically a failure" way too often, but I think it's exaggerating to say she never enjoyed anything. For starters, she enjoyed good Fred Astaire movies, good Cary Grant movies, early Spielberg (JAWS, CLOSE ENCOUNTERS and E.T. especially), smaller movies like CATTLE ANNIE AND LITTLE BRITCHES, THE SKIN GAME, PERSONAL BEST...the list goes on.
Posted by: lipranzer | October 02, 2011 at 11:54 PM
Cadavra- So very, very true. And sad.
Posted by: Eddie Carmel | October 03, 2011 at 11:27 AM
Better guess: People know the songs that are sung on on the singing shows and danced to on the dance shows. And, of course, many of the contestants actually CAN sing or dance; while I'm sure there's much schadenfreude over the ones who can't, these shows probably wouldn't succeed past the audition episodes if many people didn't become genuine fans of one contestant or another (granted, the best don't always get the most votes). Plus, the Tonys is an award show that honors work unseen by 99% of the potential viewing audience, and there are more speeches than songs.
Other that all that, you guys may be onto something? :)
Posted by: jbryant | October 03, 2011 at 01:59 PM
jbryant- I would call that an extremely charitable view of most DANCING WITH THE STARS/AMERICAN IDOL viewers, though I should point out that that the widespread appreciation of crap by many is hardly a new phenomenon (an application of Sturgeon's Law, not a Kael-like dismissal of what the "office girl" likes to watch on Tuesday nights.) I don't go along with what one may call the underlying snobbery of Kael's words posted above, but the loaded phrase "derision is subversive" and what follows seems to me not a bad place to start. One can admire while not necessarily agreeing.
Posted by: Eddie Carmel | October 03, 2011 at 02:29 PM
Actually, let me amend my words a bit: I don't mean to imply that such programs are "crap" or crud in that sense, what I stumblingly meant to say is that I assume regular viewers of these shows enjoy them because in such a democratic medium as the popular radio song or dance move, everyone is free to be their own Pauline Kael whose taste sits supreme above the amateurs (and yes, not all of them are amateurs or even bad) on the television. I would probably enjoy the IDOL-type shows more if they didn't do so much "look at the rubes!" in the audition episodes of which jbryant speaks. But I agree with jbryant (if I'm interpreting your remarks correctly) that these shows have a definite and well-deserved place in the current American scene.
Posted by: Eddie Carmel | October 03, 2011 at 02:37 PM
LJ: Yeah, my opinion is not one I'd expect many people to get behind.
Posted by: Dan Coyle | October 04, 2011 at 11:07 AM
I love the story about Cassavetes stealing Kael's shoes. It's childish and exuberant and possibly the only end to a debate on taste.
Posted by: John Keefer | October 04, 2011 at 12:18 PM