* These pieces were published in the New Yorker since Miss Kael became their winter resident reviewer in January of 1968. Her thinking is, as usual, Cinemascopic, a lot of pans and few double takes, in sharp focus and capable of zooming in for a devastating close-up -- on Mailer's Wild 90 -- ""the new celebrity-party-game movie"" or Sandy Dennis in Sweet November -- ""She's an icy little rabbit Babbitt."" The author's writing easily ranges from the subtle, perceptive, smooth analysis of-Godard (her favorite GODard) to wonderfully forthright blasts at, Say, the sentimentalism in ""The Two of Us"" -- ""There was that arch stuff between the old man and his wife about vegetarianism, and then there was that damned dog. I believe that my own dogs are prescient, but I can't stand prescience in other people's dogs..."" There's a remarkable piece on the influence of Griffith; the rest are about today's fads, follies and forerunners. Prescient views by one of our most discerning, concerned critics.