* not comics: I am still completely baffled that the idea of spoilers has infiltrated into the act of writing about art. I've never run one, and never will. When I was ten years old, I knew that when I read a review in the New Yorker (the only place I knew where people wrote about a movie for that many words), that I'd be reading about the movie. I don't understand why that doesn't apply now. That doesn't mean I think you should run around being a jerk about art you've seen and someone else hasn't -- at that same age we used to hold our breath so as not to talk about a movie when we walked past the line to get into the next showing. Why is this hard?