At last, some discussion of Alexander Walker that makes me feel like they're talking about the same guy. This is Xan Brooks in The Informer today after discussing The Hulk:
We will never know what Alexander Walker would have made of Hulk. After 50 years on the London Evening Standard, the critic died last weekend at the age of 73. Intriguingly, yesterday's Hot Tickets supplement still appeared in a state of denial about this, insisting instead that 'Alexander Walker is away' (in heaven, presumably). In the meantime there came a flood of tributes from rival critics and film makers, many of whom had previously regarded him with open exasperation.
I never knew Walker but I saw him many times. You couldn't miss the man. He would parade into morning press screenings in his spotless cravat, pass a few waspish comments with the regulars and then take his seat; a little duke presiding over a kingdom of pallid, coffee-drinking serfs. Much of what he wrote was reactionary twaddle, but every now and then he would startle you by championing a film you thought he'd hate, or destroying one you'd assumed he'd love. Walker's prose was crisp, sharp and passionate, and you had the sense that he believed every word he wrote (even when it was patently nonsense). Those morning screenings will be less interesting without him.
B-)