Movies suddenly became film and cinema an art form and terribly chic.

Amid all the easily loved darlings of Charlie Brown's circle, obstreperous Lucy holds a special place in my heart. She fusses and fumes and she carps and complains. That's because Lucy cares. And it's the caring that counts.

The secret to success is written on the doors of this auditorium. One side says 'Push,' the other side says 'Pull.

The critics who love are the severe ones . . . we know our relationship must be based on honesty.

The one and original lovable monster is lost amid all the hydraulic manipulations in what now emerges as the story of a dumb blonde who falls for a huge plastic finger.

Film criticism became the means whereby a stream of young intellectuals could go straight from the campus film society into the professionals' screening room without managing to get a glimpse of the real world in between.

It is essential for the good of criticism that both the critic and the public face the fact that a review is not the voice of God.