19 Quotes by Judith Crist

A dumb blonde who falls for a huge plastic finger.

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.

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.

just as violence is the last refuge of the inarticulate, so it is also the first resort of the incompetent, the easy out for the man who is capable of expressing himself only in the most primitive and vulgar of dramatic terms. He leaves us with only the obscenity of violence per se - and the pornographer thereof will always be with us, in film as in any other medium. And so will his audience.

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

What censorship accomplishes, creating an unreal and hypocritical mythology, fomenting an attraction for forbidden fruit, inhibiting the creative minds among us and fostering an illicit trade. Above all, it curtails the right of the individual, be he creator or consumer, to satisfy his intellect and his interest without harm. In our law-rooted society, we are not the keeper of our brother's morals - only of his rights.

All you'll get from strangers is surface pleasantry or indifference. Only someone who loves you will criticize you.

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.

To be a critic, you have to have maybe three percent education, five percent intelligence, two percent style, and 90 percent gall and egomania in equal parts.