It’s too obvious to say J.D. Salinger would’ve hated the new documentary about his life and work. Under the guise of questing intrepidity, filmmaker Shane Salerno proceeds to penetrate the corpse of Salinger’s storied privacy with all the delicacy of TMZ. But the problem is less to do with the information revealed, than with the salacious presumptuousness of the film’s tone. It’s not that Salerno is investigating a private man’s private contradictions, it’s that he seems to resent his subject’s temerity in having cultivated the persona of a recluse while still having human desires, human traits, human flaws. (SEAN NELSON)