August 21, 1998 at 04:00 AM EDT

While some of our readers were soothing their stomachs after perusing our cover story, ”Gross Encounters” (#443, July 31), others — 62 others — were just plain revolted by our look at what might happen ”If Girls Ran Hollywood … ” ”Thanks, EW, for stereotyping teenage girls even more than we already have been,” says Bridgid Carney-Hawkins of New York City. According to Sarah Whitcher of Battle Ground, Wash., ”If I ran Hollywood, people would stop trying to label teenage girls. Especially such usually intelligent fare as EW.” In other words, if girls ran Hollywood, they’d also be mad at EW. Finally, with our special Seinfeld issue now off newsstands, we let you have the last word on Nothing.

Gross Anatomy

I enjoyed David Hochman’s article on the ”Gross Encounters” in Hollywood film history. It brought back some rather unpleasant and laughable memories. One neglected scene for the Gross Hall of Fame in the Hurls category would definitely be when Veronica Cartwright, playing Felicia Alden in The Witches of Eastwick, spews forth enough cherry vomit to make anyone nauseated. Thanks, David, for making me laugh and for mentioning John Waters’ grossest.
Camp Hill, Pa.

I read your article on gross-outs with relish (yum!). However, you missed the biggest (literally!) movie gross-out of them all. At the end of The Magic Chri$tian, Peter Sellers and Ringo Starr dump 100 gallons of blood, 200 gallons of urine, and 500 cubic feet of animal manure into a large vat and watch as the locals dive in for the money they’ve mixed in with it. Definitely puts a new perspective on the phrase ”filthy lucre.”

Maybe it’s just my raging teenage hormones talking, but I never thought I’d see the sentiments ”Blecch!” in big letters plastered across a cover with Cameron Diaz on it!
Arlington, Va.

Girl Trouble

”If Girls Ran Hollywood … ” these types of substanceless articles would never be printed. After reading this article, I can’t even begin to list all of the things that are offensive and stereotypical about it. I don’t know where you found these little fashion-mag clones, but next time you feel like hearing from ”the mouths of babes,” check with some of us teenagers who have minds.
Arlington, Tex.

Paul Revered

Thank you for your recognition of the hands-down funniest supporting actor on the face of the planet. Paul Giamatti was the real reason why I saw The Negotiator. Samuel L. Jackson and Kevin Spacey were just added incentives.
Billings, Mont.

Seined Off

I appreciated your ”Definitive Viewer’s Guide” to Seinfeld. I have been a fan of the show for years, and I have followed your pioneering coverage of it since I started subscribing. But I noticed something disturbing in this commemorative. I wondered what the cumulative grade would be if all the grades on all the individual episodes were averaged. (No, I am not a kook with too much time on my hands!) So, if the F’s were counted as 0, the D-‘s as 1, and so on to A+’s, which equaled 12, the total is 1,248, which averaged out to 7.4285. The grade: B-. Who cares? When it’s good, it’s good; when it’s bad, it’s still better than most shows out there.
Visalia, Calif.

CLARIFICATION: Roger Ebert’s office mistakenly sent EW a B+ grade for Saving Private Ryan (Movies: Critical Mass). Issue #444 contains Ebert’s intended grade: A.


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