Having been raised by a father who had the raunchiest, most inappropriate sense of humor ever, I watched this film at Vulgarthon in LA the other day and for the most part, enjoyed it and found it very funny.
I don't even know where to begin to try to describe a plot. A guy finds out his fiancée has been having premarital sex, without him of course, and kills himself over it. Along the way, there are so many other things going on that you realize soon that this is not a movie with a plot, it's a movie about movies, or rather, the things that go on during the making of movies.
The narration/hosting by Michael Ian Black keeps some viewers from losing their sanity trying to navigate thru the film, and he's hilarious of course. The insertion of "blatantly offensive scenes" are entertaining, while firmly establishing that this film has no plot whatsoever. Cigarette Machine Fairies, Law Bitches, and interviews with The Director (Kevin Smith playing Brian Lynch I guess) are among the many gut splitting scenes. At the end of the credits, you're almost ready to ask, "Okay, what was this film trying to accomplish???" The answer: "This film accomplished pretty much what it set out to...which is, gloriously nothing, except maybe that the film-making world can be pretentious, pointless and meaningless and we're gonna make fun of it." I'd see it again. It was funny to me.
I don't even know where to begin to try to describe a plot. A guy finds out his fiancée has been having premarital sex, without him of course, and kills himself over it. Along the way, there are so many other things going on that you realize soon that this is not a movie with a plot, it's a movie about movies, or rather, the things that go on during the making of movies.
The narration/hosting by Michael Ian Black keeps some viewers from losing their sanity trying to navigate thru the film, and he's hilarious of course. The insertion of "blatantly offensive scenes" are entertaining, while firmly establishing that this film has no plot whatsoever. Cigarette Machine Fairies, Law Bitches, and interviews with The Director (Kevin Smith playing Brian Lynch I guess) are among the many gut splitting scenes. At the end of the credits, you're almost ready to ask, "Okay, what was this film trying to accomplish???" The answer: "This film accomplished pretty much what it set out to...which is, gloriously nothing, except maybe that the film-making world can be pretentious, pointless and meaningless and we're gonna make fun of it." I'd see it again. It was funny to me.