Pauline Kael | |
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Born | Petaluma, California, U.S. | June 19, 1919
Died | September 3, 2001 Great Barrington, Massachusetts, U.S. | (aged 82)
Occupation | Film critic |
Alma mater | University of California, Berkeley |
Period | 1951–1991 |
Spouse |
Edward Landberg
(m. 1955; div. 1959) |
Children | 1 |
Pauline Kael (/keɪl/; June 19, 1919 – September 3, 2001) was an American film critic who wrote for The New Yorker from 1968 to 1991. Known for her "witty, biting, highly opinionated and sharply focused" reviews,[2] Kael often defied the consensus of her contemporaries.
One of the most influential American film critics of her era,[3] she left a lasting impression on the art form. Roger Ebert argued in an obituary that Kael "had a more positive influence on the climate for film in America than any other single person over the last three decades". Kael, he said, "had no theory, no rules, no guidelines, no objective standards. You couldn't apply her 'approach' to a film. With her it was all personal."[4] In a blurb for The Age of Movies, a collection of her writings for the Library of America, Ebert wrote that "Like George Bernard Shaw, she wrote reviews that will be read for their style, humor and energy long after some of their subjects have been forgotten."[5] Owen Gleiberman said she "was more than a great critic. She reinvented the form, and pioneered an entire aesthetic of writing."
The Landbergs, who were married in El Cerrito on Jan. 23, 1955 and separated Jan. 15, 1958, were divorced and she won a final decree April 7, 1959.