Dear Oliver Stone,

Dude! WTF? It's 11:17 right now. I woke up at 6 something this morning in Kansas City. I had to leave my girlfriend's house to come back to Des Moines to work at this sweet theater. You see, dear Oliver, it's about a three-hour drive (I don't speed. I don't think it's safe or energy/fuel efficient-so I just don't do it) from there to here. Which is where I STILL am. Here. At work. After 11pm in the pm, my man. I prolly have another 45 minutes before I can leave because your film is playing. It's the only one still going. I mean I'm glad that you made a film because that's why I still have a job. I still have a job, in essence, because of the work you do. I know MOST people don't feel film is work and certainly not art. I do. I think making a film of your caliber is a lot of both-art and work. I commend you for that buddy. But why did you have to make this one?

Oliver! I'm only going to list what is important to me because this is, after all, my letter. Any Given Sunday! Natural Born Killers! The Doors! Wall Street! Platoon! None of these films need my approval or praise. They're brilliant, and we all know it. I only listed these few because they are the ones that affected me not only as a critic of the art of film but also as a human being. Did you know that I saw Natural Born Killers in the very theater I'm working at right now, in 1994? Did you know that that film influenced me to hate the media and seriously think for myself for the first time in my life? Think about that. I'm not kidding Oliver. It really did. I think it did the same for my friends. I don't know how many times I've seen it. Over 100, at least. I used to watch it during finals of my first three semesters at college. It is one of the smartest and finest works of film EVER created. Your film landed me my first job in the "industry," making something like $5 an hour at a local video store called That's Rentertainment. Seriously. That place was EPIC. It changed my life and now, basically, that job lead to this job-which pays my bills and lets me wear sneakers to work and not comb my hair, if I don't feel like it. Sweet! During my interview my future boss asked me about NBK and I was all, "that movie is the voice of my generation (X). It is our first FUCK YOU to the "man" as a whole. No one would argue that." Whatever, I got the job and subsequently got tons of hot pussy---so really thanks for making that movie cuz it actually got me a lot of chicks.

Anyway! Phew.... By the way, I'm still here. Waiting for WTC to end. Why? Why would you do this? To me, to my friends, to my family, to this country. I don't want to see this film. I don't know ANYONE who does. I certainly have no idea, but if my husband/wife/child/grandson/cousin/co-worker/partner/sister/father/etc./ was involved in this horrific attack or worse, actually one of the victims you portray in this "film" I would be appalled. That's not even the right word. I don't think I know a word that would describe what I would feel. I can't even imagine. I have no personal connection with 9/11. Aside from the fact that I was born in North America and have lived here my whole life. Oh, and when you walk around Tribeca there are still cops FUCKING EVERYWHERE and even I, after embarrassingly snapping a couple of pictures just FUCKING STOPPED and stared. I stared at those holes. They aren't even rebuilding yet there are still holes. I don't know if you live near the site or you walk by it everyday and you just don't give a fuck anymore but my point is: Out here-In middle america I don't think we're ready for it. And according to the weekend Box Office report no one else is either. Dude. Oliver Talladega Nights (second week out) and fucking STEP UP beat your movie-even though it opened on Wednesday (by the way, thanks for that. That's just greedy. It messed up every schedule I had. All of us, it fucked up EVERY theater schedule in NORTH AMERICA. That's why people prolly hate you. Don't be such a show off next time. If there is one).