Dear Editor,
When
Grandma opened, I was one of the first to see it because of Lily Tomlin and other excellent actors even though I had read that the talent carried the movie. Then, I read your review [
Film Listings, Sept. 11] and felt like Woody Allen in almost any of his movies in which he plays himself having to listen to either some insufferable blowhard loudly opine, the blasé drone of a pseudo intellectual, or some annoying inanity from a neurotic, shallow friend.
As you may know, an article can be well written, but totally wack in sentiment or direction, but I don't feel I have to agree with the message in a movie in order to enjoy a performance.
That said, having read your loud and effluvious review, I personally take exception to the words "we come to find," "honest in all her dealings," "women's morality play," "deep,” but most of all, your, in large bold print, "Signs of Intelligent Life."
I realize that you may belong to a large and mutually congratulatory support group who are determined to "never get it," but shame on you for using your job as craft for your partisan views.