March 2012
1 post
Casa de mi Padre
I had a bit of a daytime-drunk going on, courtesy of Smirnoff, and I still barely cracked a smile. (Of course, prior to the feature they showed the trailer for Bully, which reduced me to a sniveling mess; that’ll fuck with any buzz.) In my experience, low expectations paired with alcohol essentially guarantees a hit—I friggin’ loved Pirate Radio.
At his best, I love Will...
