The absence of Bill Carlson, who has been off the air at WCCO-TV since early summer as he battles cancer, has left a void in the movie-critic ranks that extends far beyond the TV station's signal.
While Carlson never rose to national public prominence like, say, Roger Ebert -- an unfortunate result of his modest refusal to trumpet himself at every turn, which is a necessary vice for anyone looking for attention from networks -- he is respected and admired by industry insiders and his fellow critics.
As a Star Tribune movie critic for 20 years, I got a chance to work beside Carlson. The esteem with which he is held hit home in 2001 when he took two months off to undergo knee surgery. His absence from the mob of reporters that descends on Hollywood in search of movie stars was noticed almost immediately. Critics from other cities would spot me and come hustling over, a look of concern on their faces, to find out why he was missing.
And it wasn't just his fellow reporters who missed him. On at least two occasions, the movie stars I was interviewing interrupted to ask, "You said you're from Minneapolis, right? How's Bill doing?"
Keep in mind that Carlson has never been part of the Larry King fawn-until-you-foam-at-the-mouth school of reviewing in which every star's new movie is worthy of an Oscar. If he doesn't like a movie, he says so. But he does so with a tone born of intelligence and buttressed by a complete lack of ego.
When he reviews a film, it's always about the movie and never about himself. Unlike many critics who love to show off their cleverness -- or, at least, what they consider their cleverness -- by making smart-alecky remarks about films and performances that come up short, he treats bad movies the same way he treats great ones. He analyzes them, succinctly states what he likes and doesn't like and explains why. The reviews are incisive and insightful. They are never cruel.
For several years, I also had an opportunity to do TV interviews for KARE-TV. Because print and broadcast journalists usually are kept separated during interview sessions -- it's not that we don't get along; it's because movie stars have to dress up for TV interviews and prefer to show up for print interviews wearing T-shirts and flip-flops -- this gave me a chance to finally watch Carlson in action.
His work was so smooth and seemed so effortless that he reminded me of Ted Williams swinging a baseball bat: You don't appreciate how hard the job is until you try it yourself.