Today was the second time in the last five days I've sat through a movie thinking an actress was Zoey Deutch, only to learn it was Willa Fitzgerald in the end credits.

4:12 PM, and the sun’s already dipped below the treeline.

I'm six feet tall, I still have my hair, and I'm not AWFUL to look at...why is it so terrifying to talk to a woman?

With The Running Man hitting theaters two months after The Long Walk, it makes me wish Stephen King had written The Crawling Baby to cap off the trilogy.