Splinterheads releases today in NYC: premiere here and website here.

Splinterheads is easily one of the best films of the year. It’s funny, well written, and Thomas Middleditch, Rachel Taylor, and pretty much the entire cast deliver great performances.

Splinterheads is written and directed by Brant Serson, who’s done a magnificent job writing and directing. I was already a fan of his last film BLACKBALLED (with Rob Corddry, Paul Scheer, Rob Riggle, Ed Helms, Rob Heubel, Curtis Gwinn, and many more), and Splinterheads really resonated with me as well.

Serson has a unique ability to portray middle class slackers realistically. And that’s no easy feat. Most of Hollywood and many of the self-proclaimed Indy features I watch fail in depicting “regular” people. Not many folks can pull it off, but Serson succeeds. And it makes this film refreshingly fun to watch, funny, and authentic.

The story is about a twenty something slacker Justin Frost (played by Middleditch) that basically doesn’t do much of anything for a living beyond landscape architecting with his buddy Wayne (Jason Rogel). When he gets ripped off by a traveling carnival worker Galaxy (Rachel Taylor) he finds himself sucked into the carnival world through a series of random encounters, and he ends up falling for the girl and finding his world completely intertwined with the world and workers of the carnival, who call themselves the “Splinterheads”.

This is definitely a film more than worth seeing. Great story and great characters. Here’s the trailer:

Sometimes, you just have to accept these things as the truth.

I think someone is stalking me. It’s… it’s terrible. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. I just stay awake for hours, too frightened to leave the valley, let alone my apartment.  I’ve gone to the police. Nothing. I’ve called my lawyer. Nothing. Nothing can be done to stop this maniac from harassing me. To make matters worse, this nut-job has actually made contact, VIRTUAL contact with me that I cannot ignore. Alright, I’m just going to come out and say it. Deep breath, Josh, deep breath…

Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa is following me…. ON TWITTER.

This has gone too far. First, it was Facebook. You know, just some light flirtation. A “come to the general discussion of DMV furloughs” here, a “town hall meeting regarding the future site of the Subway to the Sea” there; I thought it was harmless. But this man is unrelenting. He wants nothing more than to hit me where it hurts… 140 characters at a time.

My anxiety hasn’t been this bad since that thing last year with Michael Ian Black.

George Clooney was seen riding his new three wheeled motorcycle this last Monday. As a result, the sales in these modified “Hogs” have doubled in that six hours!

Yet another example that anything George Clooney does is cool and excepted in society. Normally, I would make fun of any wiener caught dead riding one of these training wheel bikes, but Clooney makes it look soooooo coooool! I swear, if George Clooney got cancer or gingivitis I’d probably have to find some radiation to roll in or some cupcakes to gum up my pearly whites!

Oh George Clooney, you are without a doubt, the most-sexiest man alive!

This perfectly incriminating photo of senior President Bush get his “stimulus” package early was taken during Barbra Bush’s 84^th birthday bash. Please note the weathered smile Herbert Walker Bush wears while this bouncing co-ed bends to fit the contour of the elderly president’s lap. Almost more interesting is the socks that G.W. seems to be sporting.

The bikini babe is actually an actress who was performing a song from A Chorus Line. However, it’s far more interesting to make up your own game out of what you think is going on.

Which one of these seem more appropriate for the picture:

A. The ex-president is hosting an exchange program with Helga, seen in picture. She’s a German student in bikini modeling and pole dancing. Jeb Bush was sent to Germany in a swap for Helga even though he was against the trade.

B. Bush senior has picked out his next wife in preparation for the looming death of Barbra. This new model of wife was born in 1990 and is firewire accessible; unfortunately George Bush isn’t sure what that means.

C. What seems to be a picture of President G.H.W Bush and a young woman is actually a picture of a wax sculpture posted in Crawford Texas. This hot spot is a popular destination for many tourists looking to take a picture in the lap of a former president.

D. This is the poster of the fictional move based around the love affair Bush senior experiences with enjoying his retirement. Like its counterpart, Lost In Translation, this film is also directed by Sophia Coppola. Though its box office projections are said to be poor and its recent reviews claimed the film as “disgusting,” Sophia already has a sequel in the mix.

Answer: D.

Yet again, there is to be another Michael Jackson candle light vigil. Come one come all ye fanatics that apparently have nothing left to do! And to prove that infallible fact Laura Butson, self-appointed czar of the Jackson mass, has sent out a Facebook message urging her fellow monarchy supporters to attend this rag-tag event. However, though Butson already has 1,000 “confirmed” guests locked in, they can expect no concert or live music to speak of. Ratty second hand speakers from Radio Shack will be the laborers of Jackson’s musical career.

Much like the tears over spilled milk, this mourning is needless. Frankly, I didn’t know that the position of mourner was a full-time job. Aren’t there children to be raised, bills to be paid, and actual relationships to maintain?

This makeshift tribute is a hollow capsule for fans to sink their money and time into. Though Michael Jackson was a true son of entertainment, his sexually perverse and willfully ignorant lifestyle is nothing to mourn. The man, Michael Jackson, died in 1990 and was laid to rest with an absence in attendance in a coffin forged from his childhood memoirs.