The New Yorker explains the cultural divide between Europe, which knows and loves Tintin, and America, whose eminent director Steven Spielberg has his own cinematic take on Herge's boy adventure hero. His movie The Adventures of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn has already opened overseas and doesn't hit stateside until December. (TOH's London review is here.)
Speaking of The New Yorker, the NYT's Janet Maslin goes after late New Yorker critic Pauline Kael, who is profiled in Brian Kellow's new biography (IW has excerpt, here) and looms large in Paulette critic James Wolcott's own 70s memoir, Lucking Out: My Life Getting Down and Semi-Dirty in Seventies New York. Was Maslin an auteurist all along? Remember that she was a film critic at the NYT during the period when Kael was reviewing at The New Yorker. Maslin and lead critic Vincent Canby took a more lean and sober approach to their daily film criticism than the passionate and powerful Kael, expounding weekly in The New Yorker. They were prime competitors.