A lot of early to mid-fall movies are screening but everyone is whispering, everything’s a secret…you didn’t hear it from me. Sleuth (much shorter than the ’72 Laurence Olivier-Michael Caine version) is screening, and I’ve been included. There’s a chance I could see Michael Clayton sometime soon. Noah Baumbach‘s Margot at the Wedding is screening but not for me. Francis Coppola‘s Youth Without Youth is screening “but please don’t tell anyone…we’re just showing it to get reactions.” I saw 3:10 to Yuma yesterday afternoon before Shoot ‘Em Up. Gone Baby Gone has been screening a lot but only for feature writers and editors, or so I’ve been told. Control is screening and I’d love to see it again even though I saw it last May in Cannes. The Darjeeling Limited has screened but not for me. Robin Swicord‘s Jane Austen Book Club is screening, and I’ve been invited. No Country for Old Men…I’ll just get yelled at. The Brave One has been screening forever. The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford has been shown so many times that Warner Bros. projectionists are sick of watching it. David Schwimmer‘s Run, Fat Boy, Run (9.28) is screening, but I’ll have to call and plead to get into it. And you didn’t hear it from me.