what missus Kendrick taught me bout filmmaking.

With Lego's. Little tiny Lego's. For the holidays, my girlfriend's mother, Mrs Kendrick (she's English, no period after the Mrs ... look it up), sent me a lovely little package, and one of the little treats was a tiny (read Japanese) Lego kit from a dope little company called NanoBlock. I haven't played with Lego's... Continue Reading →

They Came Together. And You Will Too.

Hi. Rob Serrini here. Film Critic. Welcome and Action. Upon my never ending quest to better the film-watching community with vitriol so accurate about cinema today (while trolling every IMDB page I can) I wondered, or perhaps came across a new little "Poehludd" vehicle who's title peaked, so to phrase, my interest: "They Came Together"... Continue Reading →

so you’ve torn your achilles tendon.

Well, well, well. Look who it is. 37-year-old you thinking it's 1998. I guess you just found out you can't play soccer/basketball/badminton. I've now had the pleasure to have torn my Achilles tendon in Spain playing a friendly game of soccer. It's an amazing injury, and something that is surprisingly common (you find out once... Continue Reading →

cobble hill. stay away.

Seriously. Do not move to, or even come visit Cobble Hill in Brooklyn. It is the worst place on earth. Earth. Flint Michigan? Please, more like Daytona Beach. Detroit Michigan? Palm Springs in comparison. Hell, anywhere in Michigan is better than Cobble Hill. You should definitely go to Michigan. Here are some cheap plane tickets,... Continue Reading →

denver. how to buy pot in three easy steps.

So, Denver. You go away for the summer and come back a cool kid? Looks like someone discovered American Eagle and leather wrist bands. Good for you. On our last post in a series about Denver, we take a good, hard look at pot. Marijuana. Mary Jane. Buds. Chronic. The Cheech to my Chong. I... Continue Reading →

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