Pauline Kael who?
This might be the most endearing film I’ve given my time to.
There’s no doubt in my mind that I had to watch this film in some phase of my life.
(I’m fearing 21).
All I can say is — I’m glad I watched it alone in my garage on a soft winter night, with cheap paintbrushes sprawled in front of me, and a crushing inability to take my eyes from the moving pictures.
Though completely incoherent to me, I…