First there was John Mark Karr, bedizening newspapers once again with the creepy little face of JonBenét Ramsey. When that story lost its creep factor, we got Mark Foley in all his horny splendor; and once we're Foley-ed out, we can go to the new movie Little Children and see a former child star play a child-molesting creep.

And I couldn't be happier. How can you resist the cozy, uncomplicated wickedness of pedophilia? Like...