You don't know who did what to whom. And at the end, the obvious opening for another sequel glares at us like a pair of missing front teeth. And she proceeds to draw elaborate parallels between, among others, the Penguin and Ross Perot. Most bizarre, though, is the praise Terrence Rafferty heaps on the movie in The New Yorker . But the proteges of Miss Kael, the so-called Paulettes, multiply in the catacombs of criticism.
Some sewers abound in reflective surfaces.
No better a film is the less cartoony but just as trashy A League of Their Own , which the studio first shelved as unmarketable. Crass as those studio bosses may be, even they have higher standards than our critics and audiences. During World War II, when it appeared that too many baseball players would be drafted, a women's league was started in three Midwestern states. Eliciting laughter and sneers at first, women's baseball, played with real professionalism, caught on, and coexisted with men's baseball for some dozen years. But Dottie cares for her, agreeing to try out for the All American Girls Professional Baseball League only if Kit is given an equal chance.