By Erin Sherbert
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Make the Giants play the game by the rules.
Ignore This Letter
I have never written a letter in response to a review in my life, and I have disagreed many times (perhaps almost all the time) with reviewers. But this review of Rushmore ("Sermon on the Mount," Film, Feb. 3) by Michael Sragow was so off track and so bad, I finally overcame my laziness and want to urge anyone with a sense of humor and an adventurous moviegoing spirit to see Rushmore.
I thought Rushmore was the best movie I have seen in a long time. I am not a writer, so I am not going to try to describe the details of why I think this is or debate the review. I will just say it has moments of humor and poignancy, and was very moving. This was all balanced beautifully. There are a lot of great little touches in this movie, such as a scene where the main character is flying a kite.
You can really feel a part of that moment -- when he is starting to take control of his life -- a lot like reining in a wild kite. I think the director, Wes Anderson, was in control and made a future classic. The performances are all wonderful; even the soundtrack was great. I am not saying all will feel this way, but it's still worth the risk to see it. This movie reminds me a bit, in spirit, of the movies made in the early '70s that, to me, took more risks and had more originality. It's the first movie since that time that gave a feeling of being a teenager, which I was back then.
Ignore this review. I think this guy saw something totally different or has some "coolness" agenda.
Sragow the Wallower
Too bad you're too busy indulging in Oscar-pandering pabulum like Amistad to notice a true comic gem like Rushmore ("Sermon on the Mount," Film). It seems like Michael Sragow's goal is to debunk any movie that challenges (even in the slight way that Rushmore does) a notion of what movies should be, and to praise any film that wallows in familiar territory (Zorro? Give me a break).
Only when big-money technology steps in (in A Bug's Life, one of the most impressive-looking and poorly written movies in animation history) is Sragow willing to bolster innovation of any kind. In Rushmore, Anderson and company give us a film on a par with Harold and Maude and The Graduate that blurs the line between adulthood and adolescence in a way that no film I've ever seen does. Oh, and P.S., I laughed a lot more at Anthony Hopkins' performance in Amistad than Bill Murray's in Rushmore.
Bud? Jack Drinks Pabst
Thanks to people like Jack Boulware ("Wine Brats," Feb. 17), young "brats" such as myself will continue to have a hard time persuading our brethren to put down the microbrew and raise a glass of red.
Boulware sounds like a pouty kid who never gets invited to parties -- so he criticizes those who do, and actually have fun, over something they enjoy. His biggest mistake, however, is trivializing wine as "meaningless" simply because he doesn't enjoy it -- it's considered by some the "nectar of the gods" because of its ability to produce very complex, interesting, challenging, and delicious varieties no other beverage can match while making food taste better.
Boulware, I'm certainly no richy-rich whom you describe in your article -- I just love wine, and if you don't, please don't set the rest of our efforts back. Go home and crack another can of Bud.
In our Feb. 17 cover story "Wine Brats," we jumbled some letters and wound up misidentifying a restaurant. It's Za Spot, not Za Stop. We regret the error.