Last month, Anthony Lane, former boy newspaper editor, a literary scholar, and now dean of American film critics, wrote 6,200 words in The New Yorker describing how every now and then, one finds a fellow-Keesian. ... We are led ad infinitum to the Golden Gate, and to the empty Plymouth to what did or did not happen next, and so to the reflection, as in a rearview mirror, of all that had come before.