“Hoo boy, I can think of at least a thousand ways I can get into trouble with this review. I Am the World Trade Center know my pain; thanks to a certain day last fall, the thought-associations their name evoked changed from kitschy capitalistic monolith to slow-motion catastrophe replay. Sensitive to the country's general freaked-outedness but still needing to pay their bills, Dan Geller and Amy Dy”
