I received an email this morning from an prominent children’s joke book author (apparently. I mean, he withheld his identity so I’m taking his word for it) throwing some constructive criticism my way. To be honest with you all, I’m embarrassed, perhaps a little upset, too. Am I really the laughing stock of Projectorheads? I’ve heard some similar complaints from readers recently. God, I can’t contain my embarrassment. While I go dunk my head in some cold water, here’s the letter:

OK, so I underestimated this guy’s prowess as a joke …

I know I only posted some fan mail an hour ago, but I couldn’t wait. I found these at the bottom of the pile – one a physical letter and the other a .rtf file on a battered floppy disk. I figured they’d been there for a while, so it’s only right that I should reply ASAP.

As you might have seen from Adam Bibilo’s editorial, the Projectorheads have been inundated with fan mail from kids asking us to forward their letters to Wes Anderson. I’m not sure why they think we have his address, but if any of you are reading, we will do our best to forward your messages to Anderson’s manager. Or his home address if we can find it.
Anyway, while sifting through the mound of letters, one of them caught my eye.

As for myself, I thought it was pretty good. I think …

I sat down to watch Passion, a Jean-Luc Godard film from his 80s Second Wave period of filmmaking and was immediately reminded of his 60s film Contempt: there’s a film director trying to make a film about paintings where a camera floats through a frozen moment in time (a little bit similar to that bit in Tarkovsky’s The Mirror when the grenade drops). This is a little similar to Fritz Lang in Contempt, a disgruntled film director trying to adapt The Odyssey by making an art film about statues of …

Surely Dom and I aren’t the only ones who find this amazing.