Feedback from our readers
I was amused when I first heard that a movie called Snakes on a Plane was in production. But after months of near-weekly updates and now a cover story, I’d like to paraphrase Samuel L. Jackson: ”I’ve had it with these @#!**%#@! articles about this @#!**%#@! film!” If Poseidon had been titled Water in a Cruise Ship, it still would have been incoherent. Clever titles are fine, but how about some clever scripts?
New City, N.Y.
I accidentally threw my latest issue in the trash. I thought about letting it go, but once I peeked inside the bin and saw Samuel L. Jackson smiling back at me among the banana peels and coffee filters, I had to go in after it. Just thought you’d like to know that you made an issue worthy enough for me to spend the rest of my afternoon reeking of a faint garbage smell.
I came of age with MTV and it makes me sad to realize how irrelevant the network has become in the age of YouTube, iPods, and other new media (”MTV Turns 25”). MTV revolutionized the music industry, but it no longer provides an opportunity for new artists to be discovered, or established ones to reinvent their music. It is chock-full of mind-numbing reality programming. I would happily tune in to MTV to watch ”music television.”
Another MTV milestone left off your timeline was the 1985 debut of the ”We Are the World” video. I remember being in awe of the number of artists who humbly united for this project. This was a major moment in which pop music and social awareness came together to change the world.
Mr. Pitch Perfect
Fascinating story about Bob Kosberg, the Pitch King (”They Call Him Mr. Pitch”). Someone should pitch his story, a guy that lives on his own adrenaline, filled to bursting with concepts and story ideas, a land shark of creative energy. It would be like The Purple Rose of Cairo meets Glengarry Glen Ross. Are you listening, Charlie Kaufman?
Thankfully, I’m not the only one fed up with the witless boy-wonders passing as comedic actors that are Vince Vaughn, Will Ferrell, and Owen Wilson (News & Notes). Now, if you had included Ben Stiller, Rob Schneider, and Adam Sandler (Click, anyone?) on this list of heinous crimes against comedy, I would have given you two arms up for a touchdown.
Dear Men of Hollywood, especially those named Vaughn, Ferrell, or Wilson: Once upon a time, Nicolas Cage, Sean Penn, and Tom Hanks were ”doofy and juvenile” too. Now they’ve grown up into dour, humorless actors who make ”important films.” Please, never grow up.
I completely disagree with Mr. Gleiberman’s review of Little Miss Sunshine (Movies). EW hasn’t been this far off base since Fight Club was given a D. Of course, years later you named Fight Club No. 1 on your 50 Essential DVDs list and it currently ranks No. 32 among the highest-rated films as voted by users on IMDb.com. I have no doubt that Little Miss Sunshine will continue to charm audiences as it opens in more theaters around the country.
New York City
Number of readers who disagreed with the denouncement of juvenile-acting guys in our Public Service Announcement
Number of readers who requested a poster-size version of our Snakes on a Plane cover to hang on her wall
OBSESSIVE FANS OF THE WEEK!
Jack Rabbit Slim’s. Those three words clinched the championship for Jodi Roth, Alexandra Clark, and Mason Spencer at the first World Series of Pop Culture, from VH1 and ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY. Their team, El Chupacabra, beat 15 others for the title — and the $250,000 prize. ”My bank account is going to be very happy,” says Roth. ”I’ll no longer have credit card debt!” FYI, less pop culture-savvy peeps, the winning answer is to the question ”What is the name of the 1950s-themed restaurant where Vincent Vega and Mia Wallace have dinner in Pulp Fiction?”