Posted
5:59 PM
by Gene
I think we get the message, Paramount Pete. Clint makes movies for himself -- not for an audience. Once upon a time that might have been a virtue, but in today's hollowed-out culture it's just another way of playing with yourself. He's always making the sort of well-CRAFTED downers (with a very definite accent on CRAFTED) you scream are chasing people away from fillum, and he's always winning Os-CARSĀ® and new friends among the thumbs-up brigade. Turned toward his ever-loving, never-critical muse he's turned his back so insistently to the audience and as intransigently as
Miles Davis did Clint has become a platinum-plated superstar irrelevance.
And possibly -- just possibly -- even the ad-blurbists are starting to catch on.P. S. at 6:28 p. m. And that was before we saw
this one.
Even David "From the Arthouse to the Porno House" Denby didn't quite like it.