Don't Hug Me, I'm Scared made my day!
This short pushes all my fuck yeah! buttons and by push/i> I mean frantically punching them shits, pulverizing my existence into a mound of awesometime goo while I nod and cordially ask for more please.
I wish this was real life.
Often times certain films hold a special place in my heart, as I am sure the same can be said of almost everyone else. My memory of The Royal Tenenbaums involves a group of friends driving one hour (both ways) to Baltimore to catch it at the Charles Theater. At the time, that was the only way to see Wes Anderson’s newest film, since growing up in a small town in Pennsylvania, one did not have the opportunity to see…
I'm not sure why I've never seen this, but here I am watching Mean Streets for the first time.
The first half of the film is rather redundant in its narrative while also lacking a bit in the cinematography department. It's just a group of small-time thugs or such walking around Little Italy trying to collect money, or they owe money, or they talk about other people owing money - in short, every single person owes money to someone and,…