Letters to the Editor
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Published Letters: 13 Editor's Choice: 1
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Hippity Hoppity Heather Havrilesky
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]Happy Easter HH, and thanks for another delicious chocolate egg wrapped in a tinfoil television antenna.
I wouldn't/couldn't watch "The Bachelor" if I was strapped to a chair with a loaded gun to my temple, no matter how many times Heather's snarky summations make me snort with laughter. I'm so glad she's paid to watch some of this crap so I don't ever have to.
However, you nearly sold me on "Friday Night Lights" -- if only the show was about something sensible, like BASKETBALL! Please tell me FNL is even half as good as "The White Shadow," which I recall with such fondness from my childhood. Now THAT was a show with gritty drama and themes plucked from real life: inner-city high school struggles, setting the pick and roll, girl troubles, and proper follow through on jump shots. One guy could actually dunk! Plus there was another amusing fellow who had a large afro. Or maybe I'm thinking of "Room 222." I was pretty little when that one aired. But I'm pretty sure they don't make shows like that anymore.
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Sometimes I imagine Salon as a neighborhood
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]And I picture Tomreedtoon as some local crank sitting on an old milk crate across the street from a quiet gay bar, shouting to everyone walking past:
"Just look at all those queers inside there! Disgusting, really. Can you imagine how gay you'd have to be to go inside an establishment like that? It's sickening. Soul-less, insipid queers!"
And every week, walking your dog around the block, you witness this same kook, pontificating from his shabby milk crate, touting his intellectual credentials requested by no one, crusty spittle on his lips, expressing his immense, endless disdain for some joint you've walked past about a thousand times without giving it much thought.
And if you weren't a bit frightened by the weird intensity of this fellow's obsessive focus, you might stop for a moment and ask him "Why does it haunt you so? Have you considered just walking away? I believe there's a TGI Friday's on the next block. Perhaps it would cause you less anxiety?"
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HH is an illegal alien and I can prove it.
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]She is doing the kind of difficult, thankless work that ordinary Americans refuse, or feel is somehow beneath them. For example, I would rather gouge out my own eyes with an ice cream scoop than spend a few minutes with "The Donald" and his horrifying collection of odious toadies, but I do feel that it's important to keep up with their pending crimes against humanity and affronts to human decency. Muchos gracias, senora Havrilesky!
The husband no doubt works the graveyard shift at one of those "chicken factories, or chicken pluckin' factories" that the President was recently telling us about. Hey, someone's gotta do it. And that blessed baby seems to have inherited the same can-do (or "must-do," in this case) spirit and back-breaking zeal to live the American dream.
On behalf of the grateful but distracted citizens of these United States, we extend our thanks to you and your charming, quaint family!
p.s. why did NBC dump Andy Barker?
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Programming Only A Neanderthal Would Enjoy
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]Other than the new Parker Posey show, the only thing I'm eagerly awaiting this craptastic tv season is the demise of the Geico Caveman show.
I want it to suck so bad that actual caveman will somehow return to Earth and drag the show by the hair into a cave and club it to death. I want it to be so abhorrent that drivers with lapsed auto insurance will run over the show with monster trucks. I want it to be so stupifyingly awful that viewers will pine for the return of "Baby Bob." I want it to be so soul-suckingly deplorable that we will be forced to pull the troops out of Iraq to prevent any possible stateside revolts. I want it extinct.
Oh, and please bring back "Deadwood."
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Not Dialogue-Proof
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]Count me among the fans that preferred Rodriguez's zombie flick to QT's contribution. I felt the Death Proof actresses were actually pretty weak, and the script worse. Disappointing, as dialogue has long been one of Tarantino's great strengths as a film maker.
I've heard Tarantino say "this is how females talk today!" but all of that "nigga please!" table talk loaded w/ geeky film fandom references rang completely false to me, hurt the pace, and by the time the film got to the terrific stunt work I was itching to drive home.
Overall, I enjoyed the Grindhouse experience -- especially the amazingly hilarious trailers -- and it's certainly a film that demands to be viewed in a crowded theatre. I was shocked how few folks were in the theatre that first weekend -- I had seen loads of ads for Grindhouse in the preceding weeks, and assumed the place would be packed.
Maybe I'd feel differently if I had any interest whatsoever in automobiles. Other than the missing lap dance reel, I have little curiosity to see this re-cut, stand-alone version.
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Having Not Seen The Movie...
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[Read more letters about this article: Here]I feel it is important for me to comment on S. Zacharek's article as well as the film, although I have not actually seen it nor finished the review.
In fact, I rarely see any movies, other than documentaries (although I am a big Meg Ryan fan -- who isn't?). Perhaps Ms. Zacharek should ask Iraqi citizens, or victims of Hurrican Katrina what they think about casting a fat stoner slob to hook up with a gorgeous professional young female. I consider it an insult to the millions of attractive, oppressed women who would never consider going out with me.
If the writer-director had any integrity whatsoever, he should have made this a comedy about abortion. Focus on real people making difficult, unfortunate decisions and having abortions, or just hanging out and eating mushrooms and inching towards starting their own porn-info websites, and then having abortions.
Handled properly, a comedy featuring lots and lots of abortions would be both poignant and hilarious. I believe in a woman's right to choose better movies than this.