  WARNING: You probably shouldn't read the following unless
you've already seen "42" or you're waiting for Netflix or
something. If you going to see it in the next week or two, I
recommend holding off as there are probably some things here
that you don't want to know yet. But please come back!  As
you've no doubt heard, 42 has been a big hit, both with
moviegoers and (though somewhat less so) with critics.  Earlier
this week I checked on Facebook, and 120 percent of my friends
have seen the movie. What's more, 110 percent of them agreed
almost exactly with my take: 42 is flawed, as nearly every movie
is, but tells a good tale as well as we might have reasonably
hoped it would.  Which doesn't mean I've not seen plenty of
complaints elsewhere; from some of the critiques I've read, you
might guess the filmmakers had dug up Jackie Robinson's grave
and used his bones to construct a makeshift shrine to the
segregationist memories of Cap Anson, Ty Cobb, and Kenesaw
Mountain Landis.  What some of the critics object t