WHEN people meet me they are always surprised," TIME'S Cinema reviewer once complained. "They expect me to be a nasty, screwed-up Scroogea mean, embittered person who bites children." Some Hollywood characters think he has the taste of a tarantula. But Associate Editor Henry Bradford Darrach Jr. is a meditative man of ideas who looks younger than his 42 years and feels that one of his faults as a reviewer is that "I try to find meaning behind appearance, which means that I sometimes do an injustice to a film." While he may at times seem to etch...
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