Feedback from our readers
As an Oliver Stone fan, I expect W will be like his other films: wildly inaccurate yet fascinating.
I can’t believe Hollywood thinks we want to watch Bush-regime movies (”Playing President”). We’re past the days of That’s My Bush!, where we were entertained by actors in wigs and makeup. My conservative friends don’t want to see George W. Bush mocked, and my liberal friends don’t want to see him on screen, period!
Your cover of Josh Brolin and Elizabeth Banks was incredibly haunting. Although they don’t look like the First Family, I can sense that they’ll be able to convey the gravity of this story.
New York City
Don’t we get enough of Bush in newsmagazines? Now we have to see the ”entertainment” version, too? Gag me with a silver-plated commemorative GOP spoon!
This Is Our Youth
While I was pleased to see all types of media represented in ”Teen Nation,” from movies to music to television, there was one thing missing: the portrayal of teens in theater. Recent plays and musicals are starting to get it right. Spring Awakening, for one, presents a shocking, though not surprising, look at teen sexuality — and its legions of fans find that its message hits closer to home than the High School Musical franchise ever could.
After reading ”Teen Nation,” I realized I’m not the least bit hip by your standards. I’ve never seen The Hills or Gossip Girl — and have no interest in seeing them. I’m a 38-year-old who grew up with Heathers and Beverly Hills, 90210, yet I hardly consider myself a geezer. Maybe if I were interested in mind-numbing nonsense I would, like, totally be cool.
Love, Tequila Style
How could you devote a feature to Tila Tequila (”The Bisexual Revolutionary”)? Her search for ”love” is a crock. And why is a second season of her show necessary? It’s more about ratings and fame than romance.
Mark Harris’ solutions for fixing American Idol were on-target (Television). His last point was especially valid: The show needs to stop editing the songs down to 90 seconds. It’s like chopping Gone With the Wind down to 90 minutes and expecting it to remain coherent.
New Hartford, N.Y.
Harris’ revamp of Idol was hot, dawg, but he left out a biggie: Let the singers read lyrics off TelePrompTers! The show isn’t a spelling bee, after all.
Jackson Heights, N.Y.