I’m trying not to sound all performance-arty about the sad, sudden passing of former movie critic and film festival get-around guy James Rocchi, who was 53. Felled by a heart attack. He wasn’t a “friend” but I certainly liked and admired him during the Rocchi peak years (late aughts to mid teens), and he seemed to enjoy or at least tolerate my routine for the most part. (He often addressed me as “Doctor Wells.”). I’m running around Manhattan as we speak but I’m very, very sorry for James’ loss, and ours. He was a total gentleman, and he always dressed impeccably.