Radio wasn't outside our lives. It coincided with and helped to shape our childhood and adolescence. As we slogged toward maturity, it also grew up and turned into television, leaving behind, like dead skin, transistorized talk-radio and nonstop music. . . . — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
There's no doubt about it. Arcadia is Tom Stoppard's richest, most ravishing comedy to date, a play of wit, intellect, language, brio and, new… — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
Radio wasn't outside our lives. It coincided with and helped to shape our childhood and adolescence. As we slogged toward maturity, it also grew… — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
Good fiction reveals feeling, refines events, locates importance and, though its methods are as mysterious as they are varied, intensifies the experience of living… — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
When Uncle Bob (or Ted or Ray) promised to send a shooting star over the house to mark a young listener's birthday, the young… — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
It is guaranteed to put all teeth on edge, including George Washington's, wherever they might be. — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
Nothing in Death Hunt makes a great deal of sense, though the scenery is rugged and the snowscapes beautiful. — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
The solemnity of the annual Nobel ceremonies in Stockholm with the cheerful bad taste of the grand opening of a shopping center in Los… — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
“Lives—even the most carefully managed— are voids filled with echoes” — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
We are drawn to our television sets each April the way we are drawn to the scene of an accident. — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
We are drawn to Twitter the way we are drawn to the scene of an accident. — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
Like Godard, Tati is also remarkably appreciative of the odd beauty that can be revealed in the shapes, patterns and colors created by the… — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
Through the magic of motion pictures, someone who's never left Peoria knows the softness of a Paris spring, the color of a Nile sunset,… — Vincent Canby Copy Share Image
