In an America where fascists have won and those in power have outlawed any freedom of expression that doesn't explicitly fall within "acceptable" parameters, the greatest form of entertainment is an annual endurance death march. A literal, visual competition of bootstrapping, "The Long Walk" — Francis Lawrence and JT Mollner's adaptation of the bleak Stephen King ( originally published as Richard Bachman ) novel he first began writing as a teenager — is a story that only works if the audience can quickly invest in the lives of 50 boys knowing that all but one of them will be dead by the time the credits roll. It's a story of survival, yes, but it's not one rooted in individualism despite the tragic knowledge that there is only one winner and no finish line. The boys walk, in agony, until

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