Of course James Franco is directing and starring in a film adaptation of William Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying. OF COURSE he is. What? Did you expect the actor/poet/student/performance artist to create a movie that’s plot isn’t based on the inner monologues of fifteen different characters who are all either crazy, too young to comprehend what’s happening around them or dead? Don’t get me wrong. As I Lay Dying is actually my favorite book that I’ve ever read — it just seems nearly impossible to pull off as a film. If Franco manages (and maybe he will!), we have all severely underestimated him as a filmmaker.