Notkin spills (pp. 791–792)
this Auteur’s anti-confluential approach to the medium having always struck Molly Notkin as being rather aloof and cerebrally technical, to say nothing of naïvely post-Marxist in its self-congratulatory combination of anamorphic fragmentation and anti-Picaresque narrative stasis
Context
Notkin's capsule review of the whole oeuvre, in-genre academic dismissal: anti-confluential, "aloof and cerebrally technical," guilty of "anamorphic fragmentation and anti-Picaresque narrative stasis" [n.331 hangs off the term]. Her supporting evidence doubles as the book's standing joke about JOI's career: "anyone with a nervous system who watched much of his oeuvre could see that fun or entertainment was pretty low on the late filmmaker’s list of priorities" — the maker of the terminally entertaining cartridge was, by universal critical assessment, no fun at all.