Movies are interesting. I like the movie criticism on Salon, whether I agree with it or not. I like Ebert. Stanley Kauffman, who is the god of movie crit at The New Republic, just blows. I don’t give a shit what his creds are or how long he’s been at it. You can’t find a more artsy-fartsy, boring critic. No, I DON’T give a fuck about some Iranian movie about such and such a problem with such and such a no-name cast. One reason I don’t give a fuck is that, even if it’s any good, Stan just makes it sound like boring, arty shit. And it’s pretty much beneath this fucker to review any movie that’s actually in the theaters and being seen by people. WTF?
Here is his most recent films worth seeing (subscrition required, but here is the link):
At least here ol’ Stan reviews Sideways, which I actually saw on a theater marquee. Maybe Kinsey counts too. But what’s fun about movie criticism, whether it’s positive or negative, is the look it takes at what’s out there in popular culture. Stan seems to think film is some type of art to be guarded against barbarian attack. Far be it from him to review some stupid chick flick or something like that! That would be pandering!
I’m not a philistine: I like obscure classical music and decent art. But to me, film is entertainment first, art a very distant second. When movies are really good, they can transcend their origins in pleasing the masses and be something more. But first they have to please. I’d consider Office Space, a movie that seeks to entertain but nevertheless says quite an intelligent bit about modern society, better art than some pretentious Euro flick that sets out to be art in the first place but never entertains.
Any disagreement with any of this?!