I actually really enjoyed the movie, but living in NYC makes you roll your eyes at a lot of the landscape in this comedy. The part that got me was when they showed up to this secret party, where all the people in the know would be, at just after midnight, when people would legit just be showing up, and they were the only ones there. There would have been a line around the block and at least a half a dozen people without tickets trying to get in. But seriously, this movie was supposed to be off the wall ridiculous. I mean, they just left the scene of an accident, a random girl Hans Gruber'd off a rooftop, Seth Rogan crucified a football bully called "the Messiah" (while wearing a star of David sweater) and Anthony Mackie, a professional football player admitted to using steroids to the public without being actually found out (at least he planned on it). Don't even get me started with Michael Shannon, weed angel. haha. This movie was great. To say you have to willfully suspend your disbelief would be quite the understatement.
"We are here to help the Vietnamese, because inside every *beep* there is an American trying to get out"
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