The implicit meaning in all this extraneous clutter is plain enough: We don’t trust you. You’re unworthy of trust. And although that’s not what you want to be conscious of when watching a re-enactment of the love life of Dylan Thomas or an excavation of hidden passions among Mexican Mennonites, it can be easily set aside as nothing personal. The same meaning, after all, comes across at group press screenings where security personnel guard the door with metal-detecting wands and, in your peripheral vision, patrol the darkened auditorium on the lookout for verboten recording devices. But at least they don’t get in the way of the screen. Obstructions to your line of sight are not so easy to set aside. If it matters so little what a movie looks like — if the single thing that matters is what “happens” in it — why not just print out a plot synopsis and ask the reviewer to judge it on the basis of that? Are movies a visual medium or not?