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.