“Still Waters Run Deep”—is that really the best headline we can come up with for this Whit Stillman profile? C’mon, people, this is not the Peoria Daily. What am I paying you hacks for? In my day, we would’ve run you out of the newsroom and back to j-school for something this trite, you cowardly, talentless vermin. Some days, I question why I’m even editor-in-chief of this rag. I should be writing poetry, for Chrissake, living in a cabin somewhere and—wait, I got it: “Very Whitty.” Boom. It’s going on the cover.