Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby?

So, instead of doing something constructive with my life, I spent my afternoon watching a low-quality bootleg of Superstar: The Karen Carpenter Story. For those unfamiliar with this heart wrenching family drama, instead of actors, the film is all done in Barbies. And it's fucking amazing. Somehow, with characters whose mouths won't moves emote more than any television movie could hope to. If you can find a copy, best of luck. If you can't, I guess you're just SOL.