Review of The Pick-up Artist (1987) by Pauline Kael for The New Yorker — 27 Jan 2002
Anyone want to watch some guy pick up women? Especially a fat-lipped, insincere kid who says "Did anyone ever tell you you have the body of a Botticelli and the face of a Dégas?" Me neither.
But luckily, there's a little more than that to James Toback's The Pickup Artist.
You can read the full review where it was originally posted online.
This review of The Pick-up Artist (1987) was written by Pauline Kael and published by The New Yorker on 27 Jan 2002.
The Pick-up Artist has generally received mixed reviews.
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