Marcin Wichary’s review:
Worth watching for performances alone – not that you get much more here, since this is an adaptation of a play, largely confined to one Manhattan apartment. It feels a lot like a spiritual successor of Seinfeld, with four petty and deep-inside empty people embarking on an 80-minute journey that serves no purpose except for us to laugh through exaggerated indignation, parental politics, jagged and rapidly shifting alliances, and – I’m hoping – future Academy Awards® for Best Supporting Roles given to a BlackBerry phone and a bottle of an 18 year-old single malt Scotch.
Hilarious stuff. Who says nuclear weaponry is required for mutually assured destruction? All you need is, apparently, just a stick.