I had hope that time would allow cooler heads to prevail
in the discussion of the Aurora, Colo., tragedy. By now, more than a
week has passed, but something feels different this time. Maybe it is more
personal because the attack took place at a movie theater and, being a
film critic, it struck too near to home for me.
When I rode into Denver
in the blazing summer of 1984, I befriended two native Coloradans in classes on
the Denver campus of the University of Colorado, the same campus once
attended by the orange-haired gunman accused in the midnight massacre of
12 people in a multiplex cinema in Aurora July 20 during a premiere of The Dark Knight Rises.