Time for another 250 Lego review. Not every one is a winner. Or a loser. Some are just… there.
Why do we, as adults rapidly giving in to the destructive inevitability of entropy — gazing towards the abyss as it opens itself, magic mirror-style, to show us the grave, the worms, and our impending return to the decayed star-spew from which we sprang — watching helplessly as all colour leaches from the world leaving us adrift in a slowly dissolving snow globe filled with tasteless ash — hang on to our childhood toys with Chuck Heston cold-dead-hands fervour?