So hey, remember how this year I was going to be more measured about getting my reviews written up and out into the world (or this creaking edifice, at least)? And how I was going to make it easy for myself and everyone?
Allow me to borrow a quote from David Mamet’s screenplay for Ronin.
So what could have been concluded in a collegiable atmosphere is now fucked into cocked hat.
Yep, it’s another post featuring 20 reviews. Buckle up.
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