Jack Mathews' article "Skid Row Writer Turns Life Into Art" (April 21) typifies what is wrong with Hollywood today.
An admitted murderer of four persons, a Skid Row denizen and novice screenwriter wins a reading of his screenplay at the American Film Institute. Plus a hype of 69 column inches in your paper, including picture and a printed portion of the script!
For screenwriters like myself, struggling to gain a hearing, this is sad news. If J.B. Mackey can sell his script, fine for him. But for those who buy his wares, and hawk them as The Times has done, the onus of immorality is upon you.
Is Hollywood no longer entertainment but pathology? Like it or not, the moral of this tale is that one must go out and kill four people to get attention for one's script in Hollywood today.