Pretty much more of the same. As expected. Kael disposes about 150 films in 450 pages. i was reduced to skimming through many of the longer page reviews. I mean, who wants to read 5 pages about "Come back to Five and Dime, Jimmy dean" or 6 pages on "Shoot the Moon"?
While I wouldn't describe Kael's tone as "sour" she's much more critical than in previous books,and starts out with an essay called "Why are films so bad? The numbers". which begins: "The movies have been so rank the last couple years ..that I sometimes think moves are drawing an audience, they're inheriting one"
But having said that, there are plenty of positive reviews, especially when they involve one of Kael's favorite directors/actors. Goldie Hawn, Richard Pryor, Striesand, Pinter, Speilberg among others. And she has her dislikes too: George Lucas, Eastwood, woody allen, Cimino, Kathleen Turner among others. In her review of Raiders poor George is blamed for everything wrong, Speilberg is praised for everything that is right.
Still the reviews are more consistent than previous books. We don't get any hysterical over-the-top praise (she must have learned from "Last Tango in Paris") or vicious attacks, (cf: her review of "Dirty harry"). There are of course plenty of insults and putdowns. Woody is described as a "Self-hating Jew", "Mad Max" is dismissed as a movie for "boys who go around slugging each other on the shoulder, and men who wish John Wayne was alive and 50 again". . Star Trek II is labeled "Callow dumb fun" based on the TV show which is damned with faint praise as: "comforting Druggy blandness" with a "Stretched out quality" withe Gene Roddenberry described as "the L. Ron Hubbard of TV SciFi)"
And every review has those quirky odd sentences and pronouncements that make you scratch your head. Such as:
1. Watching this movie you feel you can really learn something essential about girls from looking at their thighs.
2. Some of the scenes seem to have 6 subtexts, but no text and and no context.
3. The picture might have been regpugnant with a more militant female star. But Goldie Hawn has her smudged sweetness, her infant persona, and her little baby belly.
4. The Tone of all night-long is slapstick irony.