Mail: Jennifer Love Hewitt
Readers respond to Dave Barry, "Party of Five," and Pamela Anderson
PREVIEW TO A THRILL
Did Jennifer Love Hewitt really have to leave Party of Five? If it meant she got her own television series — yeah! Thanks a bunch for your cover and accompanying article on her. It’s reassuring to know she’s getting the credit she deserves.
I’ve seen Snoops, and I want to thank you for implicitly acknowledging the obvious differences between myself and David E. Kelley. (How do you tell the difference between Snoops and Pamela Anderson Lee’s V.I.P.? Answer: David E. Kelley.) C’mon! It’s not fair to compare a guy who, until recently, spent his career trolling for high-IQ viewers with middling-rated stuff like Picket Fences and Chicago Hope to someone such as myself who truly enjoys those car chases, fistfights, and shoot-outs. Even my Law & Order episodes (I was an Emmy- and WGA-nominated writer-producer) had an inordinate amount of ”run and jump,” as they call it here in showbiz land. In fact, I feel a little bad for David if we at V.I.P. inadvertently forced him to try to live up to a standard of zany immaturity and over-the-top action that simply isn’t his thing. Yes, the difference between V.I.P. and Snoops is David E. Kelley. But give the guy a break, okay?
Executive Producer, V.I.P.
I can’t believe EW is adding its own editorial chatter to the buzz over those creepy new Gap ads (”Mind the Gap”). Each time one comes on, I’m eerily reminded of news footage from the Heaven’s Gate suicide cult, wherein the members all wore the same drab attire. The ”Everybody in vests” cutline may as well say ”Conform! Conform! Conform!”
BARRY, BARRY GOOD
Thank you, thank you, thank you! Finally, somebody got a clue. Dave Barry is one of the last great American writers. To read a review by a critic who understands and appreciates his humor is almost more than I can comprehend. South Florida is just as weird and crazy as Dave portrays it in Big Trouble.