Roughly 65 minutes into a press screening of the 88-minute film The Belko Experiment, a voice cried out in the darkness: “For God’s sake, enough already!”
The voice, much to my surprise, was my own—and, after asking a colleague to contact me later to “let me know how this garbage ends,” I raced out into the New York streets with a pounding in my chest and the onset of a rage-induced headache.
