The only convincing explanation for the existence of “Game Over, Man!” is that the brain trust behind Comedy Central’s “Workaholics” got really high on salvia one night and started to wonder what a remake of “Die Hard” might look like if it were written by Judd Apatow, directed by McG, and financed by whatever spare change they had in their pockets. How else to rationalize an action-comedy in which three burnout white dudes (suffering from some very severe bromantic tension) wind up going all “Pineapple Express” on the terrorists who raid the hotel where they work, take a handful of celebrity hostages, and amputate Daniel Stern’s dick? Stranger things have happened, especially on Netflix.

“Game Over, Man!” is exactly the…

I was all set to write a review that would contain the sentence "It's fair to say that I hated every moment of this" until, at the 93 minute mark, about 30 seconds before the end credits, they did the bit about tall leprechauns and I finally laughed.

It's fair to say that I hated almost every moment of this. It's self-consciously awful and determined to be offensive (it isn't) or vomit-inducing (it isn't) ahead of being actually funny and what's worse about it is that if you say how crap it is on Twitter, the official account for it will vanity search you and make out like they love that you hate it. I hate that.

Then again, it's…

There is nothing at all redeemable about Game Over, Man!. In the pantheon of Die Hard rip-offs, this is the worst, and that is saying something.

This film honestly just feels like a way to scam money from Netflix. The amount of effort on display here is minimal, and the majority of the sets are nondescript hotel rooms, with little to no set dressing. The majority of the action in the film takes place in a conference room with no windows, with people just sitting around on chairs. All the scenes are just boring sequences of people standing around and either making pop culture references, or doing or saying something crass. The film put all its eggs into the shock…

"I'm the most powerful thing in the world: a pissed-off gay dude."

It was FUN, you absolute cowards!

But really, I got a lot of laughs from this. Game Over, Man is the exact kind of movie you're expecting, but maybe a little better. I wouldn't say that this brand of vulgar bro humor is something that generally appeals to me, but that's only because the genre so often uses the veil of comedy to just be generally insensitive and express dangerous beliefs in a funny voice. I was delighted to see that this was much lighter fare, even with a surprising amount of blood in the back half. While definitely underdeveloped, the plot is engaging, and I was invested…

Just when you think Netflix Original Movies can’t possibly get any worse this movie is here to prove they can. Because good this just might be the worst Netflix Original and I’m not even kidding. First off this movie is pretty much a Die Hard ripoff only that it takes place at a hotel, the three main characters are some of the most obnoxious, annoying, stereotypical and dreadful characters I’ve seen in a long time. Adam Devine I’ve always thought was a horrendous actor and also really annoying, he is at his worst here everything that comes out of his mouth is pretty much a penis joke and none of them are funny. Obviously the writers think the audience is…