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Movie Glut

January 20, 1985

Apart from a few select future films in "Previews, Previews, Previews" (by John Horn, Jan. 13), I've never seen such a list of glut and pretensions, bull and brew ha hacq that is being planned for the escapees of the realities of earthly existence.

Overkill and numb us, please! STUART MILLER Los Angeles It must have been an oversight, but John Horn forgot to mention the release of "The Snotty Little Creeps From Canoga Park High," starring the late Zero Mostel as an aging high school senior who is constantly harassed by fellow classmates. (Morion Classics) DAN BULLA Canoga Park When listing nearly 250 up-and-coming movies, Horn somehow overlooked:

"Charles II"--Sequel to the epic fall of the monarch (Rudy Overgard), portraying his descent from king of Spain to California media-hype figure. Co-stars Cyndi Lauper as a fun-loving Valley wench, and Mel Blanc as the voice of the Calendar Letters Page editor. David Lean directs. (Jay Ward) (May be retitled "Voyage of the Rock Aliens," if title becomes available before release date.) ROBERT BOYLE Sherman Oaks SCATHING KEYES Evelyn Keyes' all-too-infrequent contributions to Calendar are jewels of wit among the witless observations of rockers, starlets and tinsel peddlers ("Keyes to the Town," Jan. 13).

Once in my life, I met the scathing, scintillating Keyes among the tanned and glistening litter of a Hollywood pool party. She invited me to join "the adults" at her table--and, were it possible, I'd still be at her feet today. JAMES H. HANSEN Los Angeles SHAMMY AWARD We, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath all future Grammy and perhaps Oscar nominations to one Pia Zadora.

It's bad enough she "won" a Golden Globe in the past--now we have a Grammy nomination?

Has anyone heard this smash hit single? Er . . . does she even sing? Gee . . . perhaps if we were married to millionaires, we could be just like Pia. . . . On second thought, who would want it? DIANA EGAN, DONNA EGAN NANCY ANNE LARA Burbank A NEW DEGENERATION With reference to acid and punk rock, I believe that it would be appropriate to classify such intellectual vomit as the funeral music of a brain-dead generation.

The raucous decibels generated by the cretinous producers of this degenerate noise serve only to fry whatever remains of their primitive brains and to destroy any remaining vestiges they may possess of humanity, sensitivity, decency and talent.

The full consequences of this tragically coarsening impact on our society can be seen very clearly in the attitudes manifested by many of our youth towards our traditional values respecting family, home and country.

Unfortunately, it has now reached the point where, quite literally, many parents are afraid of their own children. Obviously, there are other factors to be considered, but this activity by its very nature and popularity must rank as a major obstacle to the further development of a humane and responsible society. ROBERT S. COUGHLIN Rancho Palos Verdes WEAPONS OF 'DUNE' David Fox, in his contribution to "Outtakes" (Jan. 13), includes the "Dune" ad in a grouping of movie ads that he feels "prominently feature weapons or the suggestion of them."

I take exception.

Clearly, the ad more suggests a boy shouldering a large beach umbrella. There he stands, looking for just the right spot to plant the thing. In his other hand he holds what can only be a shovel. Not having seen the film, I can only assume he is going to bury that lovely girl next to him up to her neck in the sand.

It all sounds perfectly wonderful, and, from what I hear, a much more enjoyable way of spending the afternoon then sitting in a darkened theater watching "Dune."

PATRICK K. BROGAN San Diego MEAN CATS Dan Sullivan's review of "Cats" disgusted me (" 'Cats' Approaches Purrfection," Jan. 14). The barbs he flung at Kim Criswell were merciless, and judging from the audience's emotionally positive response to her performance, quite inappropriate.

In a magnificent theatrical experience such as "Cats," where there are no "lead" parts, and every performer has an equal role, spearing Criswell, I feel, shows the crippling, negative side of Dan Sullivan, critic.

It is tragic that our society permits media persons such as Sullivan the power to inflict such abuse on brilliant creative efforts.

ALICE McINTOSH Pasadena SYLLABIC MAGIC Do the music critics of The Times aspire to be read aloud rather than merely read?

How else account for the memorable phrase of another year when Daniel Cariaga wrote of a conductor's performance that it was "a well-reasoned and rousing reading"?

Now Martin Bernheimer has dubbed the Takemitsu Piano Concerto "effectively reflective" ("Rattle in Takemitsu, Mahler," Jan. 12).

Oxymoronic overtones aside, these syllabic seductions require utterance if their charm is to be truly felt.

Reflecting on this, it occurs to me that the gaze that Bernheimer casts upon the L.A. musical scene could be often characterized as "cheerily leery."

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