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Dear Charles,

I still love you. Know that.

This series is terrible. Very pretty to look at--I sure hope you were able to have some fun and enjoy the place while you were shooting it. It's nice to know you've had crappy jobs just like me!

Maybe you thought it was going to be a good project. I sure thought it would be great to teach at (university name deleted to protect the guilty). Turned out the "students" all had the brains of an average canine bowel movement.

Perhaps the writers all were graduates of the college where I suffered? After all, the plot, writing, and most of the acting share the same wallpaperish qualities as my "students."

The plot was, I'm sure, committed by a thirteen year old girl. Has all the tropes--wealthy aristocrats, beautiful scenery, glamorous parties, corrupt business deals, contrary old ladies, secret bastards, and illicit sexual affairs. Definitely the script was produced by committee. At times, the dialogue is wooden and at others it's fluid. Somehow, you're able to spin hay into gold. Eileen Atkins does pretty well, too.

Ah, well. You did your best in "Shades of Love" and I did my best at the University of Name Deleted. Neither of us can be held solely responsible for the end result.

If it helps, know that my mother is enjoying "Shades of Love." And since her memory is going, she'll be enjoying it for the first time for many years to come.

Yours sincerely,

Oloiatao

All possible cliché used to make that episode. I assume it was so bad that the pilot was the end of the show.

Naturmorts and interiors does not make a movie, how not to make a script one should learn from Jerome K Jerome in his essays about the theatrical cliché of the Nineteenth Century: but they are all there. May be your scriptwriters don't like Jerome K. Jerome. Let him speak! --"THE VILLAIN.

He wears a clean collar and smokes a cigarette; that is how we know he is a villain. In real life it is often difficult to tell a villain from an honest man, and this gives rise to mistakes; but on the stage, as we have said villains wear clean collars and smoke cigarettes, and thus all fear of blunder is avoided.

It is well that the rule does not hold off the stage, or good men might be misjudged. We ourselves, for instance, wear a clean collar-sometimes.

It might be very awkward for our family, especially on Sundays.

He has no power of repartee, has the stage villain. All the good people in the play say rude and insulting things to him, and smack at him, and score off him all through the act, but he can never answer them back-can never think of anything clever to say in return.

"Ha! Ha! Wait till Monday week," is the most brilliant retort that he can make, and he has to get into a corner by himself to think of even that.--