I’m certain he meant to call you back, I’ll remind him when he’s free

The voicemails keep coming. When Jim Cine and Jason Sthesia aren’t discussing movies, they’re usually exchanging voicemails. They’re now releasing mini episodes from their private vault while on a short hiatus. Sometimes, when it’s been a long day on the farm, the boys are tired and the dogs is worn. They done meant to have a chitter-chatter about the pictures, but it just took too long to get the sheep into Sheepshead Bay and the the old bay into the stable, and everyone feels like they haven’t slept since the blue M&Ms stepped in for the tan ones. It’s days like these when we throw out all the plans and take a little dip back into the archive. There’s a secret hotline that the boys can call when they want to leave each other messages, and with their permission we can rifle through the thoughts they’ve left there for each other and watch the sausage meat getting ground up to pack into the pig intestines of future installments. Join a filmmaker (and sometimes film teacher) and a film teacher (and sometimes filmmaker) as they venture into the dark heart of their own befuddled relationship to culture, the youth, the internet, friendship, love, hate, time, space and, of course: *m*o*v*i*e*s*. Come hear what we see.