Mail from our readers
For several of my college years, I sat glued to my TV set on Wednesday nights from 9 to 10 p.m. Dynasty (88, Oct. 18) was ridiculous; it was excessive; it was totally unbelievable. That’s what always made it so much fun. This week it was nice to see it back.
New Haven, Conn.
Dynasty: The Reunion? Where was that filmed? In a nursing home?
Lily Tomlin wondered several times in her interview if the young crowd would go see her movie. She is still cool in my book, and I’m 21. Maybe I don’t remember her in Laugh-In, but Tomlin makes any picture she appears in side-achingly funny. I know I will be first in line at the theater when The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe comes to my town.
BOTH SIDES NOW
I want to thank David Browne for his incisive review of Barbra Streisand’s CD set. Unlike many critics, he reviewed the work instead of the press’ (mis)conception of the person. Dave DiMartino, in his accompanying piece, ”The Making of the Box,” was the first and only writer so far to provide new information on how rare Streisand recordings were tracked down. This is not the first time Entertainment Weekly has given its readers an exclusive story, and it is much appreciated.
North Miami Beach, Fla.
David Browne’s misguided comments and Steven Brodner’s insulting caricature make a mockery of what is easily the year’s most anticipated, exciting musical release. Browne completely misinterprets the desire of Ms. Streisand’s legions of fans: to possess as complete a compilation of unreleased, worthy material as possible.
Frank K. Darmstadt
Upon receipt of Entertainment Weekly, I turn to my favorite column, Jim Mullen’s ”Hot Sheet.” He writes a clever, witty column — he keeps me thinking. But I wonder how long he can keep up the quality of his insights. No matter, I’m with him ’til the end.
Silver Spring, Md.
Thumbs down to Ty Burr’s comparative reviews of Manhunter and The Silence of the Lambs. Standing alone, Manhunter is a good picture, but when compared with Silence, its inadequacies are glaring. The acting in Silence is far superior, and the charm and wit that Anthony Hopkins and director Jonathan Demme bring to the character of Lecter endow the monster with complexity.