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.

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

In this lovely land of corrugated cartons and plastic bags, we want our entertainment packaged neatly . . . an attractive label on the outside, a complete and accurate detailing of contents . . . no loose ends, no odd parts, nothing left out.

[Youngsters] are nurtured from infancy on a Dick-and-Jane literary and artistic level; and the cultural drought, as far as entertainment is concerned, sets in when they are between six and eight.

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.