Comments on: 2008 Hamptons International Film Festival Blows into East Hampton, NY. ATM Machines Run Dry. Alec Baldwin Sighted!

By: ivan prokopchuk

ivan prokopchuk — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 19:24:49 +0000

Congratulations, Lynne and Dr. Ehret.

There is another lucky way to go.

Google is turning out to be a godsend for relatively unpublished writer.
Google Books by Ivan Prokopchuk.

By: Maralyn Rittenour

Maralyn Rittenour — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 01:53:40 +0000

So witty and entertaining, as always. You can be tongue-in-cheek cynical, but your girlish enthusiasm overcomes any tendencies towards jadedness.

Having been peripherally involved in the fashion world for many years, I enjoyed the Valentino commentary and clips. Your best line, “flat of tummy and…. fat of wallet”. A silver-lining comment: perhaps the current leanness of wallets will lead to flatter tummies for many of us. On the other hand, perhaps not. Poverty leads to greater consumption of fattening junk food, and maybe the ATMS will all seize up and choke on undisgorged $100 bills.

By: SetUP

SetUP — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 01:22:12 +0000

I am sure that Baldwin was impressed by your sighting.

I am going to forward your links to an author that you may want to re-publish.

Where do you now hang your blow dryer? The Hamptons or downtown?

By: Billy

Billy — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 18:30:48 +0000

MUST READ … that’s the kind of film that really gets my attention. Almost like a “found poem” in some respects. Words (or reels) sitting around, waiting to be assembled. It’s also a reminder of the endless paths to creativity. I hope this hits one of the remaining artsy theaters in New Orleans, although that’s doubtful. Do tell if you ever find out more about the Porsche. As for Alec, pretty cool. Carley Simon called me up one year to wish me happy birthday, but that’s about it.

By: John Caruso

John Caruso — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:53:13 +0000

Hey Glenda Gone Wicked,

I’m still waiting for that follow-up on book covers. If you’ve got time to rub shoulders with Alec Baldwin in the Hamptons, you’ve got time to write that piece;)

The editor I told you about finally called and is recommending my novel for publication. As it turns out, the publisher allows input from their authors on book covers and I’m putting my two cents in for the formal proposal to the publisher. Turns out the publisher is on to the fact that covers sell and designs with selling success in mind.

Hope to hear from you. By the way that documentary To be Read After My Death, sounds absolutely fascinating. It immediately got my imagination stirring with novelistic possibilities. As usual interesting and worth reading.

John Caruso

By: Kevin Watson

Kevin Watson — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:02:19 +0000

See, this is why I love your blog. You get to hang out at The Hamptons with all the beautiful, eccentric folk and then report back to us commoners. I am so glad you enjoy this and are willing to share. But, you know, The Curmudgeon nailed it for me: Give me a Rory Calhoun western. I loved Rory. I miss Rory. Having a beer with Rory would have been wonderful. In fact, I raise my glass of happy red in his honor. Oh, and to you, Liz, darling. Salute.

Note from the Wicked Witch of Publishing (TM): Rory Calhoun? OK, I'll Google him. Press 53 is a small independent publisher of literary fiction, poetry, and nonfiction. They have offices in Winston-Salem and Hamptonville, North Carolina, and publish full-length books by both new and established writers.

By: Dave Newton

Dave Newton — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 18:58:57 +0000

Thanks for another vivid glimpse of life in the Hamptons. It’s like a tonic, out here in the sunny, windy apple-pear-hops-growing Yakima Valley, on the dry side of the Cascades, in Washington State. Closest thing for us is B’way road shows at the historic Capitol Theatre, a recent revival of “Mr. Roberts” at our Warehouse (community) Theatre, rated R — warning us to keep under-13s away, due to salty 1947 language. When we see a stretch limo we know it must be prom night. We’re a world away from Valentinos, or even fishnet stockings and beehives — except at Halloween, coming right up — but I know who Elvis Mitchell is.

Note from the Wicked Witch of Publishing (TM): Dave has a new, very ambitious Web site called 3rdActs.com — The Search for Intelligent Life After 50. If you are over 50, check it out. Leave some comments. It is not the usual pap served up to baby boomers.

By: Bob A

Bob A — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 16:53:03 +0000

123 films at one festival? How many of them could be any good? It surely is a good thing we have you to report on these HIFFestivities, speaking for myself.

Note from the Wicked Witch of Publishing (TM): Well, thanks Bob A!

By: Anonymous Admirer

Anonymous Admirer — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 15:27:16 +0000

I can think of few things more frightening than seeing Alec at the door on a moonless night, except for seeing Lawrence Talbot there on a full moon night.

By: Andy O'Hara

Andy O'Hara — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 00:50:19 +0000

I’m so sorry you had to suffer through this. That utterly moronic film clip tells me each minute must have been like getting a tooth pulled. A “jaw dropper film?” Oh, my Contrariness, you’re losing it. Did you get an autographed copy of Valentine Gravellani’s book?

Note from the Wicked Witch of Publishing (TM): Actually, Andy, the girl in me who cruised the sale racks in Bloomingdales, Bergdorf Goodman and Saks in New York City every Saturday for years, loved the documentary about Valentino. I’m not much of a fashion maven these days, but the dresses shown in the film are breathtakingly beautiful. His business and life partner of 50 years, Giancarlo Giammetti, is also a fascinating guy. Giancarlo is clearly proud of Valentino, but occasionally seems to feel a bit overlooked and underappreciated by Valentino as he struts around and preens. Interesting dynamic between two incredibly well dressed, stubborn and emotional men.