I felt as if I had attended the funeral of someone I didn't know.

Economy, speed, nervousness, and desperation produce the final wasteful, semi-incoherent movies we see.

If you use Hollywood as the test tissue for mankind, what could the prognosis be?

Moviemaking is so male-dominated now that they think they’re being pro-feminine when they have women punching each other out.

All our advertising is propaganda, of course, but it has become so much a part of our life, is so pervasive, that we just don't know what it is propaganda for.

The critical task is necessarily comparative, and younger people do not truly know what is new

if you think it so easy to be a critic, so difficult to be a poet or a painter or film experimenter, may I suggest you try both? You may discover why there are so few critics, so many poets.