Mail from our readers
ON THE OUTS
The Ellen cover and article were great (#347, Oct. 4). I am a mom raising a 10-year-old son in a small town where small minds and their ideals run rampant, especially regarding homosexuality. I’d like to see Disney, the owner of ABC, do the right thing and decide to ”out” the character on Ellen. Here’s hoping they don’t cave in on this one.
An article on gay characters on TV that doesn’t include The Simpsons‘ Waylon Smithers? All I can say is Doh!
In an article trying to embrace homosexuality, EW managed to embrace several gay stereotypes. Why would Niles be gay? Because he is pretentious and likes art and classical music? Homosexuals come from all walks of life, as do people who are insensitive and ignorant, which is evident from your ”Wish List.”
Clark Kent gay? Great Caesar’s ghost! Next you’ll be saying Brooke Shields is still a virgin.
GET ME REWRITE
Your dissection of why movies are so badly written touched upon all the reasons, but none more damning than the writers themselves. Until we stop being cannibals, eagerly feeding off each other’s prose, execs will continue to diminish our creations to the lowest-common-denominator drivel that now passes for drama.
Charles Edward Pogue
Dragonheart and D.O.A. Screenwriter Hollywood, Calif.
”Who Killed the Hollywood Screenplay?” failed to mention the most responsible culprit: the audience. As long as confusingly plotted vanity projects like Mission: Impossible or emotionless action vehicles like The Rock are awarded blockbuster status, Hollywood will deliver more of the same.
This scene from Sunset Boulevard says it perfectly. Gloria Swanson: ”Just a minute, you, you’re a writer, you said.” William Holden: ”That’s what it says on my guild card.” Swanson: ”And uh, you have written pictures, haven’t you?” Holden: ”Last one I wrote was about Okies in the dust bowl, but you’d never know because when it reached the screen the whole thing played on a torpedo boat.” Enough said.
Paul R. Sandquist
In your story on the rerelease of Giant, you say remnants of the film’s mansion still stand after 41 summers and several hurricanes. I’ve lived in Texas all those 41 summers, and while some hurricanes did strike the Gulf coast, I can’t remember one hitting Marfa. It would have to have traveled 450 miles over land and cross a mile-high mountain range.