Feedback from our readers
Feedback from our readers
”We got nothing to be guilty of….” At least, so sang Barbra Streisand, and how could she have known that those words would so aptly describe both our second-annual Guilty Pleasures package (#448, Sept. 4, 1998) and the comments we’d make after some of our readers’ admissions. ”The Six Million Dollar Man,” reveals Jason Geldart of Woodstock, New Brunswick. ”I love Steve Austin’s leisure suits and Dr. Rudy Wells’ porn-style moustache!” ”My guilty pleasures?” asks Seattle’s Sharon Knolle. ”Cutthroat Island and The Quick and the Dead.” And Kari Wadsworth of Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, says, ”My favorite guilty pleasure is The Facts of Life. Just say ‘Tootie’ a few times. Doesn’t it make you giggle?” Then again, maybe some of us should be a little ashamed….
As a senior in college, it is hard to admit to liking a group that millions of 12-year-old girls love. Yet EW comes through again and nails my No. 1 guilty pleasure: the Backstreet Boys. Whether I am singing along in the car or catching them on TV, I can’t seem to help myself with those boys.
Cedar Falls, Iowa
I had to laugh when I read Dave Karger’s article on the Backstreet Boys. I recently came out of the Backstreet closet. My 6-year-old daughter helped me come clean with a recent concert in Dallas. I wanted to go, but I had to figure out a way to get there without outing myself. What better way than to go incognito as the mom of a fan? Since my own coming out (so to speak), I have had other adults whisper ”I got the CD too, and I love it.” I am no longer afraid to stand up in Backstreet Anonymous and say, ”My name is Shannon, and I am a Backstreetaholic.”
No one should feel ashamed to admit that he or she is a fan of the Backstreet Boys. After all, the rest of us need a way to discern who should be taken out and shot.
A Lost Crewmate
I felt I had to drop you a line concerning your report on the death of Mark Akerstream (”Monitor”). I spent months with him on the set of Rumble in the Bronx, and though I didn’t know him well, I knew enough to know that he was a careful, vigilant, and attentive stunt coordinator. I applaud you for reporting his death and the reverential treatment you gave it. Often I feel that we crew members are overlooked. To see that one of us has been recognized in your magazine reconfirms my belief that we are a valuable asset to the moviemaking process. Derek LaLonde
A Cut Below
Ah, the power of test-market screening: to ruin a movie rather than make it better. Do you think Miramax ever considered that maybe the makeup of their test audiences was wrong for 54, rather than the other way around (”The 411 on 54”)? The sad thing here is that director Mark Christopher is blamed for the movie’s truncated, disjointed, boring narrative, when the fault lies squarely on the shoulders of Miramax for their butchering of the film. Let’s hope for a director’s cut when it becomes available on video. Then maybe we can see the real Studio 54.
Is there no limit to how low ”movie stars” will go to hawk a film? How coincidental that Jean-Claude Van Damme decides that right now, as his latest bomb hits the screen, is the perfect time to air his dirty laundry to the world (as if anyone really needed — or wanted — to hear his confession). Michael Rucker
New York City
Okay, Mr. Gleiberman, so it’s not Citizen Kane, but Blade was the most fun I had at the movies this summer. If more movies based on comics were made this way, then maybe more would be successful. I’m sure that Blade will make the guilty pleasures list in the near future.