"The pleasure of the music is overpowering."
— Peter Bradshaw, Guardian
"In its own terms Stop Making Sense is close to perfection."
— Pauline Kael, New Yorker
"Stop Making Sense is a concert film with a narrative, bursting at the seams with bits of invention and passion."
— Chuck Bowen, Slant Magazine
"The overwhelming impression throughout Stop Making Sense is of enormous energy, of life being lived at a joyous high."
— Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times
"The drama that Demme evokes in 'Stop Making Sense' is the artistic self-transcendence that emerges from collaboration in performance."
— Richard Brody, New Yorker
"It’s difficult to watch Stop Making Sense and not have a great, engrossing time, a fact that’s as true now as it was in 1984. With the benefit of hindsight, it may even be more so."
— Abby Olcese, The Pitch
"This movie is pure fun and sheer exuberance transferred onto celluloid and perfectly re-created at the other end. Experiencing what Demme and the Talking Heads have crafted with this motion picture makes perfect sense."
— James Berardinelli, ReelViews
"As wonderful as all this new techonology is, it would be nothing without Demme's simple framing, the band's musical intensity and Byrne's lanky, restless cool. Those were the film's strengths 40 years ago and they remain so today."
— Cary Darling, Houston Chronicle
"The movie is the finest imaginable version of the Talking Heads’ Speaking in Tongues tour. The concert’s physical staging elements, introduced in pieces and segments, with elegant and wryly suggestive words, create an aura of pristine unease."
— Michael Phillips, Chicago Tribune
"Everything novel becomes old given enough time, but it's a testament to the iconoclasm and shock-of-the-new impact of Demme's brilliant Talking Heads concert doc, "Stop Making Sense" that after three decades it hasn't dated, but rather become a landmark in the redefinition of an often undervalued genre."
— Jessica Kiang, The Playlist
"How did Stop Making Sense (1984) become one of the greatest rock docs ever? Because Demme, generous soul that he was, saw no need to assert his own sensibility over the material, opting to stay true to the vision of David Byrne and the Talking Heads... I can't help but sense Demme's presence behind the film's overwhelming energy and dazzling technique."
— Bilge Ebiri, The Village Voice
"Jonathan Demme's blissful 1984 concert film is itself a navigation of competing impulses, artistic identities, and visual expressions. Beginning with an acoustic rendition of "Psycho Killer," the brazenly expressive and joyous documentary evolves several times, adding and layering musicians, instruments, backdrops to fully realize what becomes an untethering of limitation and expectation."
— Glenn Heath Jr., MUBU