The fall art season has begun–well after the purportedly cleansing end of the bubble–with the Spirit of Stupidity, stalking us in the form of the well-meaning but misguided Dan Colen. If this show were at almost any other gallery, it’d be ignored, or at least written off as an event straight out of 2007–an array of ersatz art calculated t cash in on the mindlessness of overeager, oblivious collectors. The problem is not so much with Colen himself, who is just a willing pawn in a dead-end game. It’s his kind of faulty thinking, and the brassy, vacuous spectacles staged at Gagosian and elsewhere, that are poisonous.