Review of Blaze (1989) by Pauline Kael for The New Yorker — 18 Oct 2000
Blaze is hugely enjoyable, with fluid, sensual camera work by Haskell Wexler and Ruth Myer's cheerfully outrageous costumes that savor every inch of Davidovich. There's a real feeling about Long's henchmen, Gailard Sartain in particular, as the aide who hates what Blaze is doing to the boss' chances, but grudgingly comes to admire her spirit.
But Blaze is also puzzling. It peaks too soon, and having teased us with these legendary characters, it goes almost prim when it comes to seeing them in action.
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This review of Blaze (1989) was written by Pauline Kael and published by The New Yorker on 18 Oct 2000.
Blaze has generally received mixed reviews.
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