If you'd asked me before tonight I'd have told you Robocop was 100% perfect. Then I realized that the whole last act of that movie would have been way easier if Robocop had simply submitted the Boddicker video he took as evidence instead of going after Dick Jones on his own, since Directive 4 kinda fucks him there.
Instead, it's just 99.99999% perfect. So I can live with that.
There is no way I can be convinced that this is anything other than the funniest film of 2012.
Fresh off the heels of the hilarious Poolboy: Drowning Out the Fury, Ross Patterson and Garrett Brawith bring us a movie that manages to blow that one out of the water (because, like, pools, and...nevermind).
Barry Bostwick owns the show here as the titularly badass FDR. Not your granddad's FDR, this one is a sexually voracious, pot-smoking, ass-kicking son of a…