A guy could get spoiled.

It's not every day that you write a column about great comedy teams, putting the legendary Marx Brothers at the top of the list, and then receive a gracious thank-you note from the daughter of Harpo Marx.

Seriously, Harpo's daughter, a longtime Orange County resident and a regular reader of this newspaper, emailed me the day after the column was published.

I will respect her desire for privacy and not reveal her married name, but she thanked me for remembering her father and the Marx Brothers.

Obviously, she doesn't know me very well. I have been a Marx Brothers fan for as long as I have loved comedy, and I came out of the womb with a Groucho mustache.

Of course, now I am spoiled and I expect to hear from relatives of everyone I write about in my columns. If I make fun of Kim Kardashian, I hope her mom Kris Jenner sends a note. And I would be happy to hear from any member of Lindsay Lohan's family.

But you don't have to be related to someone famous to get my attention.

I did receive a great deal of reaction on my comedy teams column. See our favorite comedy teams of all time

Many of you agreed with my list, but some of you felt I had omitted some obvious choices. And that was my fault.

My intention was to restrict the list to the greatest movie comedy teams ever, but then I left myself open to criticism by including Harvey Korman and Tim Conway from Carol Burnett's show, and George Burns and Gracie Allen.

I love those comedic actors so much that I didn't realize I had changed the nature of my own list. It was one of my clever readers who pointed this out after I told him that his suggestion – Dan Rowan and Dick Martin from "Laugh-In" – didn't fit the criteria for inclusion on the list.

Oops.

As a result, I am expanding the list to include Rowan & Martin, Lucy and Ethel, the Smothers Brothers and even Fibber McGee & Molly of radio fame. Oh, while I'm at it, let's add the great Bob & Ray, and Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner of "2,000 Year Old Man" fame, to the list. I'm sure I've missed others.

Another column that received an enormous amount of reader response was the one in which I took to task the professional dancer on "Dancing With the Stars" who acted rudely toward one of the judges on the TV show.

Many of you agreed with my assessment that dancer Maksim Chmerkovskiy is just another egotistical pseudo-celebrity created by a celebrity-obsessed media. However, the Ukranian dancer has his fair share of supporters.

Dozens of readers ripped into me for picking on poor Maks, telling me to go back where I belong – watching "monster truck shows, evil chefs or whatever turns you on."

One man said he and his wife watch the dance show regularly, but he confessed that he only watches for the "highly professional dancing, beautiful girls and great legs."

I don't believe my criticism included any of those things.

One reader said he assumed that it was a columnist's sworn duty to denigrate shows like "Dancing With the Stars," and I can't argue with him. Reality television was invented to fill entertainment columns.

A third column that elicited a lot of reader reaction was the one in which I vilified Hollywood marketers for spoiling movies in their advertising by giving away the ending or key plot points.

No one defended the studios on this issue, and I want to reprint one email I received from Larry Nolte. This is a terrific reminder of how movie advertising can be successful without using the funniest lines from a comedy or the best scenes from an action movie.

"I enjoyed your column today. I can still remember the marketing campaign for Alfred Hitchcock's "Psycho." Without giving anything away, they created interest just by having Hitchcock walk through the Bates Motel making wry comments. Of course, having Hitchcock say no one will be allowed to enter the theater once the movie had started didn't hurt either."

Finally, there is Eddie Murphy.

Do any of you remember the column I wrote about the comic after he was named as the host of the Oscars? While most of the entertainment media was falling over each other praising the selection by Oscar producer Brett Ratner, I cautioned that Murphy could be problematic. I questioned whether we would see young, funny Eddie Murphy of "Saturday Night Live" and "Trading Places," or older, unfunny Eddie Murphy of just about everything he's done lately. I suspected that we might get the Murphy who walked out of the Oscars telecast early after he lost for "Dreamgirls."

Well, I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so.

Contact the writer: 714-796-5051, ext. 1110, or bkoltnow@ocregister.com