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 with- out managing to get a glimpse of the real world in between.

To be a critic, you have to have maybe three percent education, five percent intelligence, two percent style, and ninety percent gall and egomania in equal parts

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

Happiness is too many things these days for anyone lo wish il on anyone lightly. So let's just wish each other a bileless New Year and leave it at that.

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.