Pauline Kael was the first film critic I got a notion for in my teens, and I started to collect all her books, mostly collections of her reviews from The New Yorker. You didn't always have to agree with her opinions, but her reviews were usually very long and extensive insights into the movies and it was simply a joy to join her on those journeys. Along the way she lead me to cherish The New Yorker, and I've always tried to purchase a copy, if I got my hands on one, which was extremely seldom here in Germany.
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