Flashes of wit surrounded by James Coburn’s truly terrible accent work.
I'm glad I rode my bike to the theater to see this because the ride home would've been a lot wilder had I driven.
This felt like several kinds of films blended together, like songs on a mixtape. I liked most of the songs (including the actual ones—move over,
soundtrack to Guardians of the Galaxy!), but I'm not yet sure about the album as a whole, if you know what I mean.