Folks love their fugitives.

The Barefoot Bandit boasts more than 80,000 Facebook “fans.”

That ought to earn Colton-Harris Moore, 19, a place on the all-star team with Bonnie and Clyde, Billy the Kid, John Dillinger, “Pretty Boy” Floyd, D.B. Cooper and Patty Hearst.

Moore, arrested July 11, lasted two years on the lam, from 2008 to 2010, stealing his way from Washington to the Bahamas.

How concerned should we be about another Depression, since it was the last one which spawned our marquee outlaws?

Moore is no Robin Hood, robbing from the rich to give to the poor — unless you count $100 he left behind at a veterinary clinic.

Our tabloid media laps up such sensational characters, overlooking that the Texas duo of Bonnie and Clyde or Dillinger, the Chicago bank robber, were stone-cold killers — not heroic desperadoes waging war against an age of inequality worthy of our cheers.

Woody Guthrie sang of Floyd, “Some will rob you with a six-gun and some with a fountain pen.”

I know only because of hearing Dowagiac visitor Roger McGuinn of the Byrds sing it.

FBI agents gunned Floyd down in Oklahoma in 1934.

Tens of thousands attended his funeral.

Cooper remains the gold standard for elusiveness, as he’s never been found in almost 40 years since he hijacked a passage plane bound from Portland to Seattle, parachuted with $200,000 ransom and vanished.

Maybe he died. Maybe not, but he’s lodged in popular lore to the extent a town in Washington state celebrates Cooper Day.

So much for the flip side of “Time heals all wounds” — “Time wounds all heels” — if Cooper made a clean getaway.

Rolling Stone in May mythologized “The Boy Who Stole Planes,” a “troubled teen on the run from the law. He had never set foot in a plane. But when he stole his first Cessna, he became an outlaw legend.”
Never did read those eight pages.

Savannah, Liz and I saw the mind-blowing “Inception” in Niles July 17, which reminded me of another Leonardo DiCaprio film, “Catch Me If You Can.”

Writer-director Christopher Nolan’s first film since his second Batman, “The Dark Knight” (and Memento and The Prestige) plays with dreams in a more disturbing way than more than 25 years ago when “Nightmare on Elm Street” introduced us to slashers Freddy Krueger and Johnny Depp.

Leo portrays Dom Cobb, leader of a sinister team that invades your mind while you doze to extract or insert information as a commercial transaction.

We come to identify with everywoman maze architect Ellen Page, who wonders aloud, “Whose subconscious are we going into exactly?”

You can bet I went home to identify a totem.

There are so many layers of deceit critics suggest seeing it twice.

Visually, it’s so psychedelic when Paris wraps itself in its own embrace it ought to be set to Beatles music.

My favorite description of it is that it is an elaborate video game you don’t play — it plays you.

“Spies Like Us” snow sequences could have been left on the cutting-room floor and viewers guffawed each time the vehicle slowly plummeted off a bridge.

Joseph Gordon-Levitt, the guy from “Third Rock from the Sun,” resembles Michael Collins.

It will remind you of everything from “Lost” and “Twin Peaks,” to the “The Matrix,” “Ocean” heist flicks and James Bond while being wholly original, too.

Hollywood rarely tackles material this challenging, especially for summer popcorn movies, but when you made $1 billion on your last outing the willingness for a leap of faith soars.

Seldom do you see so much stuff blow up LOUDLY, yet it’s the thinking that tests your temples.
“Downwards is the only way forwards!”

Leo previously portrayed Frank Abagnale Jr., another teenage crook, who dodged the law for five years while defrauding his way in disguise through 26 countries until his 1969 arrest.

If you want to be an outlaw for the ages, you can do worse than the credibility that comes with release of a Steven Spielberg project, although Billy the Kid has had pretty awesome staying power for a dude dead in a gunfight by 21.

Quips, quotes and qulunkers: “I think there’s probably more interesting things to do with your time than watch me walk my dogs. But whatever floats your boat.”

— “True Blood” actress Anna Paquin on paparazzi
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“You thought pit bulls were tough? Well, you don’t wanna mess with the mama grizzlies.”
— Sarah Palin in a two-minute Internet clip which popped up out without warning July 8. The video warns in her evocative way with words, “Look out, Washington, because there’s a whole stampede of pink elephants crossing the line” Nov. 2.
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“What she knows, you can’t teach. And what she doesn’t know she can learn — and she’s learning fast.”

— Mark McKinnon, strategist for George W. Bush and John McCain. Like being the lone woman if she wants in 2012 against half a dozen or more Republican men, freezing the field as long as she keeps the door propped open to a presidential possibility, the media in its usual tizzy where she’s concerned and slipping into the race whenever she wants because she doesn’t to build name recognition. She’ll get bumps next month from “Going Rogue” the paperback, her fall Alaska documentary and her second book, “America by Heart: Reflections on Family, Faith and Flag” just in time for the holidays.
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Y? Village People wonder: July 12 the YMCA announced the shedding of three letters to officially change its name to what people already call it.

The non-profit Chicago organization known as the Young Men’s Christian Association dates to 1844.