Last night, I found myself close enough to James Marsden to touch his face. Heroically, I did not.
I passed the test. Now I will diminish, and go into the West. And remain that guy who writes about movies and things.
*[Apologies to those who follow me on Twitter for repeating a joke. But in lieu of a proper review of The Box (I may not get to it today), I figured the moment needed to be commemorated here.]