Synopsis
No place better. Ready for whatever.
In 2009, four friends living in Tobyhanna, Pennsylvania, document their attempt to record a rap album over the course of one eventful night.
In 2009, four friends living in Tobyhanna, Pennsylvania, document their attempt to record a rap album over the course of one eventful night.
Rap World: The Doing of the Album
: "is there any chance that we see these characters again in some form?"
conner o'malley: "yeah we're working on a sequel with the same characters but instead it's 2003 and they're on a forward operating base in iraq"
Roll up in a Bugatti doin a bukkake on Benghazi playin Yahtzee with Trotsky
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The cut to the funeral was one of the biggest laughs I’ve had recently.
What I’m going through right now has not been felt since World War II by some people that were in it
I'm too in the pocket to be anything but biased but what I will say is that for all that are shreds of social commentary stuff – the staid monotony & corny economic aspirations of suburbanites, the retched vibes of the post-Bush era, the unending boyhood of a certain type of man – and "traditional comedy" stuff – set-up/punchlines, funny-type song, etc. – the foundation of this movie rests on its ability to build tension in a painful & beautiful way before knocking it all down with an aside or a distraction or a jumpcut. sometimes the tension is funny; sometimes the disruption is funny; often, both are funny. the mechanics are functionally no different than drama beyond the fact that it…
One of the saddest movies of all time
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Provided an aesthetic itch of the 2008-2012 era that I'm not quite sure I needed to feel again but it's extremely Tangible and Real and ultimately I got emotional thinking about all the sleepovers in high school that involved airsoft battles and cheap beer and Wilford Brimley diabeetus youtube videos and desktop speakers blaring Eminem's Recovery album. A strange generational concoction of a certain kind of rage and sadness. Use Somebody and Viva la Vida needle-drops. Walgreens parking lots. I can feel the energy of this movie in my bloodstream.
Premise lends itself to being called “Conner O’Malley’s Lonely Island movie” but filled with all kinds of specific grotesque lo-fi aughts period texture and bizarre hangout mania. Pulled equally traumatic and nostalgic high school memories out me I forgot were in there. He’s right though, male friendship used to be watching 8 Mile and Tropic Thunder at 2am while eating McDonalds and playing Wii/Gameboy SP in your Avenged Sevenfold t-shirts. “Some of the best nights of my life were had in parking lots.” Glad Americans finally have their Fubar.
Further discussion on ep 347 of my podcast SLEAZOIDS, as part of our TIFF24 coverage.
Too many improv-heavy movies are structured around including the funniest possible lines at the expense of anything else. It takes real focus on the actual material to go for the sloppier moments that feel actually spontaneous and true to the characters (absolute dipshits all, in this case) than to prove how clever the performers are. This is the most accurate film ever made about being a dude between the ages of 18 to 31 in the mid to late 2000s.