Just as film criticism has taken to blasting the auteur theory, so might music criticism take aim at the singularity of the industry and ceding all credit to the name on the track.
Feels entirely too bland for something starring these particular people... especially when (the lovely) Darren Criss emerges as the most relaxed and comfortable performer on the screen. It's one of those slighty kooky - but not too weird! - indie things that isn't really very funny or very dramatic and so isn't much of anything, because it doesn't want to dig too deeply into anything for fear of adopting too much of one particular tone. Kudos, though, for a genuinely surprising climax that is so absurd it almost comes off.