There, as Armani-clad movie execs and bejeweled women were exiting the theater, a grim 20-year-old named Nathan Winters pushed leaflets into their hands. Those who read the leaflets, read this: "Please don't spend your money on this movie. It would just go inside the pockets of a child molester."

Behind Winters, his friends carried signs: "Victor Salva: Writer, Director, Child Molester" and "Support the Victim, not the Victimizer."

Had Salva drifted off into shadows rather than into the glare of klieg lights, we never would have known his name, or that of Winters. But-Hooray for Hollywood-we do. We have their names and we have their comments on crime and punishment.