I received a vile yet amusing e-mail from the producer, co-writer, and director of The Kid From Brooklyn - he seemed incensed that I had lunch with his star. I don't mind him not being happy with what I wrote, but it's not like I'm a critic, so I can't imagine why he'd care. Thin-skinned and his note was so childish as to border on the inane. Perhaps I'll quote some of it, but its first line set the tone - basically, who do you think you are? A producer, a director, a writer? As if my not being those things means I shouldn't write about things. The fact that I AM those things is probably something he could have easily found out so that he doesn't quite look so foolish. Anyway, I'm going to respond right now.