Truth be told, I dread going to theater to "learn" anything. It's probably rooted in that I-don't-wanna-go-to-school sensation some of us felt more acutely than others in our single-digit days. For some reason, I was hardwired to imagine each school day as 10 years on a chain gang. This disposition evolved over the years into some good things, like a healthy distrust of authority, an appreciation of unstructured time, and a lifelong aversion to gloppy cafeteria chow. But something fundamentally immature remains, because when someone threatens to teach me something, my inner eight-year-old rears up and, with runny nose, declares: "I know... More >>>