Mail from our readers
Our main feature on Wild Wild West lassoed quite a few letters, many of which focused on our glum cover shot of Salma Hayek (#493, July 9). ”Is it me, or does Hayek look like she smells something unpleasant?” asks Richard G. Lewis of Uxbridge, Mass. Mike Curtis of West Orange, N.J., has another theory: ”She doesn’t look too happy because she knows that Wild Wild West sucks!” Smells like a multimillion-dollar stinker to us, too. And speaking of money, a concerned Gary M. Linehan of Sonora, Calif., was overcome by (mock) altruism after reading about Tinseltown’s latest financial woes. ”Your story on cuts in studio salaries made me cry. Where can I send some money?” Mail to: Save the Studio Suits, 90210.
Only a slobbering, uninformed adolescent could possibly conclude Wild Wild West is anything but a stinker. The producers were entrusted with a property that was regarded fondly by very many people, and they proceeded to wantonly break that trust. They betrayed the series, its characters, and its fans. And now they’re getting the critical beating they deserve. Those of us who had long looked forward to a big-screen revival of the old TV show are left with this shabby misrepresentation, which may well be the last representation of our lifetime.
Douglas W. Ward
Wild Wild West isn’t a bad movie, it’s just a letdown. You could feel the excitement drain from the audience as the opening credits rolled. Fourth of July audiences (especially those coming to see Will Smith, not a remake of a show they were too young to watch) expected the adrenaline rush of Men in Black and Independence Day. Instead, they got a remake of a show most of them never experienced.
Show Me the Money
Note to Hollywood execs (”Hollywood Blues”): As an actor and aspiring screenwriter, the story on your financial problems hit a soft spot. I know this is a big personal sacrifice to make, but I’m willing to leave my 40K-a-year job and tackle some of your projects for well below the millions you typically pay. Hey, all right, twist my arm, and I’ll work for a low six figures per film but no less. I mean, a guy’s gotta eat, right?
Lloyd L. Corricelli
To pay a personality such as Tim Allen 2 to 10 million of anything is ludicrous! The entertainment industry not only needs to embrace fiscal responsibility but also a big dose of commonsense thinking.
Todd A. Conk
Lake City, Fla.
Thanks for your spread on Latin music’s other hot bods and cool sounds (”The Other Chili Peppers”). Ricky Martin is the latest leader of a genre so diverse that an entire issue of EW couldn’t begin to cover it! It was very encouraging to see some of the current stars featured in the mainstream. As a Spanish teacher, anything that can bring the vibrant Hispanic culture to life for my students is welcome! Gracias, EW!
Chapel Hill, N.C.
A Matter of Curse
I was incredibly offended by MPAA president Jack Valenti’s referral to South Park creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone as ”two hair balls.” It’s vulgarity like this that is deteriorating the minds of America’s youth. Somebody label this potty-mouth NC-17 pronto!
Re: The line in which Owen Gleiberman — in his review of The General’s Daughter — calls my novel of the same name ”a rancorous tract against women in the military.” I don’t think he’s read my novel, or he wouldn’t have characterized it in this way. This nonsense has been picked up, repeated, and perpetuated by a number of movie reviewers who have not read my novel, but who probably read each other. This is lazy and sloppy journalism. I assure him that if my book had been a ”rancorous tract against women in the military,” I’d have heard about it seven years ago — from my wife, from my (female) typist, from my female editor at the time, from my daughter, a budding feminist, from the female heads of various departments at Warner Books. I would urge him to read the novel, but this would take about 16 hours, during which time he could see about 8 movies. But if he did read it, he’d see what I’m saying; the references to women in the military are mostly positive, and certainly not ”a rancorous tract against women in the military.”
Author, The General’s Daughter
Garden City, N.Y.