If Philip Michael Thomas truly believes he is as talented as he says he is (PEOPLE, Dec. 9), then why is he starring in a television show that requires loud rock music to drown out the mundane dialogue, gratuitous violence to distract the viewer from the weak plot and flashy clothes to take away from its cast of lifeless actors? If PMT's future goals include an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony, perhaps he had better drop his egotistical attitude and start working on his so-called talent.
Philip Michael Thomas and Don Johnson must be every producer's nightmare. When they portray Tubbs and Crockett on Miami Wee they have mystery and charisma. Then they go out into the world and give interviews, and what the public sees are two immature, crashing bores with all the depth of a wading pool. I'm so unspeakably disappointed that I'll never be able to watch Miami Wee with the same pure pleasure. Please don't interview Edward James Olmos. If I find out this deliciously enigmatic man is cutting an album or starting a clothing line, I'll scream. I'll cry. And then I'll turn off my television on Friday nights.
"We are necessary for their fulfillment." Could Philip Michael Thomas have actually been serious? What a joke! The only thing he has that I want is his money.
Marcy S. Yozgat
The man is a legend in his own mind.
Long Beach, Calif.
I can appreciate a positive attitude in a person as a plus to their personality, but in PMT's case it's more like megalomania. Suffice it to say that on the third day after his death, Philip Michael Thomas is going to be mighty surprised to realize he hasn't risen!
Linda C. Beaver
I read with mounting dismay your article on Philip Michael Thomas. Because he has developed a positive attitude toward himself and his world, he is labeled an egoist, too talkative, as having delusions of grandeur, etc. Because he enjoys his fans' adoration, the writer of the article seems incredulous. When Don Johnson appeared in your magazine, his arrogance, disregard for his fans, and drug-littered past were portrayed as "the stuff that Hollywood salivates for." Inequality, thy name is PEOPLE!
Patricia B. Smith
After reading the story about John Walker's girlfriend, I am outraged once again by the so-called justice system in this country. While I have sympathy for Miss Carroll, my sympathy ends with her. While people are starving in the streets all over this country, my tax dollars are supporting Walker's "vacation" and his hopes for his son's medical career. While he is enjoying the "excellent library," the Soviets are enjoying secrets that could jeopardize this country. Where is the justice in this? I hope Mr. Walker rots in that "cushy" jail or chokes on the "good food." I think he should be sent to live in the U.S.S.R. to see what kind of country he betrayed the U.S. for. I vote for the firing squad!
De Berry, Texas
Thank you so much for the beautiful pictures of Dolph Lundgren. He looks fabulous. Those arms, those legs, that chest, that face.... Oh, by the way, the article was okay too.
La Habra, Calif.
As a person with a tremendous amount of respect and admiration for Katharine Hepburn, I was disgusted by your interview with biographer Anne Edwards. To inquire as to whether Miss Hepburn was bisexual or if her relationship with Spencer Tracy was platonic is utterly ridiculous, not to mention displaying an extreme lack of class.
Tracey A. Rich
Thank you for the article on Billy Hayes. I found Midnight Express in the school library and read it four times. Mr. Hayes's book encouraged me to do a lot of things I didn't think I would be able to accomplish. I wish him the best with his acting career as, in a way, he's brought out the best in me.
Lauri Dawn Broughton
Picks & Pans
I am not given to writing letters to the editor, but this adult takes exception to Tom Cunneff's review of Santa Claus—The Movie. I found it as enchanting as any Disney movie. I cried and laughed and thoroughly enjoyed myself. The movie brought back all the magic of Christmas and put me in the right spirit for the holidays. I hope Santa left Tom Cunneff a lump of coal.