“And remember, lots of tiny movements. Jerk the steering wheel left and right.”
Near-perfectly nails the key tenets of the Hellzapoppin’ school of comedy: explain nothing, break as many laws of reality as possible, and hit the audience with so many jokes it doesn’t matter if some of them bomb. Makes for a very weird “middle American joblessness odyssey” double feature with Nomadland, that’s for sure.
I tried my best to go into this with a clear mind and judge it on its own merits. This lasted all of two minutes until a narrator informed me over footage of a crow eating a man's pustulent eyeball that the dark ages were dark "for good fucking reason", at which point my heart sank into the foundations of the theater and didn't come back up for the next two hours. Don't get me wrong, this is a bad…
