Piñatas are fun. They’re stuffed to the brim with treats, and when they’ve been smacked around a few times out comes the goodies. They are fragile enough so that they may be broken down, but some are more intricately made to look more appealing than others. Such is with films. Stuff a movie to the brim and it may burst if not treated with proper direction and care. Watercolor Postcards is jam packed, full of stereotypical small town woes that never truly finds its feet, beating itself up in the process and yet offers nothing of value. Continue reading →