Yesterday, while the window installers were at work in my place, I couldn't do anything except hole up in a corner of the kitchen and read The New Yorker. I'm not by any means completely caught up, but I highly, highly recommend David Denby's artile in the May 2 issue about censorship and the movies. Denby advances the interesting and provocative thesis that while we generally hold censorship to be a Bad Thing, the code that went into effect in Hollywood in the early 1930s actually forced the movies to become more creative. I'll even quote him: "In effect, censorship created plot, and in the process yielded one of the greatest of American film genres: thirties romantic comedy, including the dizzier versions celebrated as screwball comedy."