TV’s Rerun Madness
I just wanted to thank you for the best article I’ve read in a long time. “TV’s Rerun Madness” (PEOPLE, Mar. 4) brought back great memories for me. I can remember not wanting to go to school so I could watch Beverly Hillbillies and Flipper. It’s a terrible shame that most of the stars of those shows aren’t receiving residuals even though they continue to entertain us.
As faithful members of the Andy Griffith Rerun Watchers Club, we do hereby protest your issue. We were deeply offended and humiliated that a picture of Andy Griffith was not used on the cover. We were also utterly outraged that the show was not included in your cover story. These snubs will not be taken lightly. As Barney Fife would say, “Nip it in the bud.”
Lake Charles, La.
How could you forget The Brady Bunch? I grew up with Mike, Carol and the kids, seeing them through the trials of tonsillitis, braces and even the dreaded driving test—which I’ll soon face myself.
Park Ridge, N.J.
How in the world could you leave out the wonderful, talented Bob Cummings, who has given us so much pleasure in Love That Bob?
Nancy C. Blair
What about Bewitched, with the superb Agnes Moorehead?
Some of these actors may gripe about not getting residuals for their work, but in my opinion they’ve earned something far more valuable. Characters like Beaver Cleaver, Jed Clampett, Ralph Kramden, Dobie Gillis, Ozzie Nelson, Hawkeye Pierce, Lucy Ricardo and Archie Bunker have become part of the American consciousness. They’ll be beloved by millions for years to come.
Night of 100 Stars II
Did I read this story right? Wealthy celebrities received free limos, hotel rooms, the best food and liquor and millions of dollars of free publicity. All this cost $5.5 million and raised only $1 million for charity? Are you sure this event wasn’t staged by the Pentagon or some other branch of the federal government?
Patricia C. Guardino
White Plains, N.Y.
Having had the privilege of attending the Night of 100 Stars II, I must say that the only “nightmare” involved with the evening was the fact that you would let a writer refer to the public who lined up outside Radio City Music Hall to glimpse the celebrities as “rabble.” I hope this view is not shared by the magazine. If it is, perhaps you should change the name from PEOPLE to Rabble.
James C. Walsh
New York City
Cagney & Lacey
As a male in my mid-20s, I resented the reader who wrote in to complain that Sharon Gless and Tyne Daly are the “homeliest” of “plain Janes.” These are the two most beautiful women on television. Their beauty is not just on the inside, but also on the outside. I would rather meet either one of them for one minute than spend a week with Farrah or Bo.
West Covina, Calif.
Thanks for featuring my favorite guitarist, Freddie Green. Precious little is written about him, even in music magazines, and you should be commended for spotlighting this great jazz artist and quiet hero of the Basie band.
Picks & Pans
I appreciated Ralph Novak’s kind review of my book Rock Stars, but I dispute his remark that the mention of Jung in my text is “pretentious.” Jung merited brief inclusion because Sting elected to build part of a Police album on the Swiss psychoanalyst’s concept of synchronicity. Whether it’s Sting dispensing Jung or Chuck Berry giving Beethoven and Tchaikovsky their comeuppance, the true rocker does exactly as he damn well pleases. If it ain’t risky, it ain’t rock.
New York City
At last a critic has given Elvis a little credit for his movies. Okay, they weren’t Academy Award material, but for us Elvis fans who stood in line in the pouring rain for a chance to scream through Love Me Tender, they were fun. We could lose ourselves for two hours just watching the King sing. Who cared if he could act? It’s still a law in my house—when Elvis is on TV, silence reigns.
Heidi Bohay’s story about her relationship with her sister was a blessing to those of us who have experienced the trials and traumas of growing up with retarded siblings. Now we know that the mixed emotions we have long felt guilty about have also been experienced by someone else.
To set the record straight, I want your readers to know that the Eddie Murphy photograph by Bonnie Schiffman/SIPA on the cover of the Jan. 21 issue was courtesy of Moviegoer magazine.
In the Feb. 25 issue, we ran a story on the nominations for this year’s Academy Awards in which we asked readers to cast ballots for their favorites. By slim margins, you chose Amadeus as Best Film and Eddie Murphy for Best Actor, even though the Academy passed Murphy by. Sally Field was your overwhelming choice in the Best Actress category.