By On the occasion of our 20th anniversary
By Gustavo Arellano
By R. Scott Moxley
By Alfonso Delgado
By Courtney Hamilton
By Joel Beers
By Peter Maguire
By Charles Lam
Reviewer Paul Malcolm didn't seem to have paid much (not even minimal) attention to Stigmata (Calendar, Sept. 24). Perhaps he was so busy thinking of a cute, clever way to fit "astigmatism" into his review that he couldn't do anything so silly as to actually pay attention to the screen. If he had, he might have noticed that Patricia Arquette's character was possessed by an "angelic messenger," not a demon: while possessed, Arquette's character reveals lost words of Jesus and scribbles them on a wall in Aramaic. A devil would not do that. Duh.
Malcolm complains that the movie "spins off into a muddled, pointless story of Vatican intrigue and conspiracy." Not hardly. Let me spell it out, Paul: the real message of Jesus was lost and kept from humanity by devils who manipulated and possessed church officials. A heavenly messenger possessed a lively atheist in order to circumvent the diabolical control of the church and bring the message out. Silly maybe, but not muddled or pointless.
Whatever problem there might be with the story lies actually at Christianity's door. The movie is not nearly the mess Malcolm's thoughtless, sloppy review was.—Ron Leighton, Fountain Valley CRACK UP
Re: Mark Boal's "Chillin' With Uncle Sam" (Machine Age, Sept. 17): I stopped reading your article midway to check out the site, and the first thing I noticed was the dated video game that screamed out to anyone with eyeballs, "FEDS! FEDS!"
What flavor of crack was Disney smoking when they approved this site? Boal calls this "slick layout"? (Pardon while I laugh—HA, HA, HA!) The colors are all suspiciously vomit-colored, and every paragraph on the page has an anti-drug message. Are you sure they're trying to identify with teens? If this is what $183 million per year is buying, they should change their strategy and just buy out Kid Rock's record contract and extort him to write some "O.G." anti-drug songs (hey, if they steal that idea and it works, I want 15 percent!).
Okay, in case the federales are reading this, here's another tip: go back to the dog in the trench coat. At least he might have passed as "ŗ la Disney." Crawling back into my hole,—Dusty van Buren, via e-mailTEED-OFF
Re: Rebecca Schoenkopf's "Sallys! Rockers golf badly, spark up and drive fast—all for the kids" (Commie Girl, Oct. 1): I have been golfing for 22 years and have participated in many golf events over the years. I played in the Angel Care Golf Tournament referenced in Commie Girl as part of the White Kaps Fearless Records entourage. Not only was I a major contributor to the event, but I was also the person who won the event.
In all my years of golfing, this is the first tournament I ever won. How disappointed I was when I read Ms. Schoenkopf's account of the event, wherein she refers to me only as "some guy." Is this all I get for my 15 minutes of fame?—Blaine Kolkoski, Newport Beach The editors respond: Yep, that and a letter to the editor.
Maybe this has been addressed and I missed it. But if not, then I must ask: Why have you banished Commie Girl to the back of your paper? Her humor, wit and name-dropping are wildly entertaining and belong in front, where readers look first—not banished to the basement, like some old, senile, drooling relative you are embarrassed of. Schoenkopf's column is a treasure to be enjoyed and shared by all.
If this move is a comment on her socialistic leanings, then she is being persecuted because of her political views. As a Libertarian and voluntary socialist (not to be confused with mandatory, government-by-force socialism), I hate to see unpopular political views sent to the back of the bus. This is behavior I would expect from members of Young Americans for Freedom, but not from your socially and politically tolerant newspaper.—Doug Scribner, vice chairman, Libertarian Party of Orange CountyWANTED: CLUES
I was wondering if you fine people knew or have heard about how scary the ocean water is between Huntington and Newport beaches. Guys are getting really sick left and right, and most of us just won't surf here anymore. I've heard all of these crazy rumors about hepatitis-B and viral meningitis, and with all of the needles washing up onshore, it might be safe to assume there's some shit going on.
Being that you rule at getting to the bottom of everything around here, I'm hoping that you might be looking into this to inform us about what's really going down.—Austin Brown, via e-mail The editors respond: Dirty water? In Huntington Beach? It's news to us.
I noticed that your weekly magazine is missing one very important feature: a horoscope! The first thing most people do when opening any newspaper or magazine is read their horoscopes, so I feel this would be a great addition to your magazine.
I am the creator of TarotScopes. com, a unique and very popular Web site and weekly "tarotscope" column, and I would like to offer my column to your magazine.—Kim Kucera-Mandat, via e-mail The editors respond: You know, we're soooo brainless that we can't decide whether to include your horoscope column. So we asked Rockie Gardiner, who writes our weekly Rockie Horoscope column. Rockie's answer is listed under "Virgo" this week. Correction
Due to a transmission error, the review of Contempt attributed to Greg Stacy in This Week in Rude French Men was not written by Stacy (Calendar, Oct. 8). Instead, the text was from the Internet Movie Database. We apologize for the error.