Thanks to what I will only describe as a fairly awful experience in high school English—high school, that great ruiner of literature—I've yet to be able to make it all the way through any book by Faulkner, which... look. I know. I don't feel great about it either, okay? Do I feel any more great about the fact that James Franco is now directing a movie version of As I Lay Dying—and one with his Your Highness costar Danny McBride? I have no idea, because I feel like the sentence I just wrote should be a Saturday Night Live sketch. But what do I know? It's not like I ever made it through As I Lay Dying.