A few years ago I was watching a movie called All the Real Girls by one of my favorite filmmakers, David Gordon Green, and a minor character named Bust Ass jumped off the screen and into my heart. The actor responsible was Danny McBride, and no one right now (save, possibly Zach Galifianakis) can compare to McBride in terms of hilarity per pound. Rocking loafers with no socks and a megaperv mustache, McBride plays Fred Simmons, the Ferrari driving egomaniac and alleged Tae Kwon Do master of a hick town dojo. When he scores the opportunity to invite martial arts star (and major dick) Chuck "The Truck" Wallace to his students' testing, Fred sees it as a chance to prove to the world he's not a sucker. First time writer/directer Jody Hill pulls no punches (and he is also hilariously frightening as Fred's old buddy, Chris), and unlike his sophomore attempt, Observe & Report, The Foot Fist way hits home every time. You will laugh, then you will feel terrible that you laughed, then you will laugh just to rid yourself of that feeling. Sometimes a movie like this comes along that marks a shift in thinking, like Leone's Fistful of Dollars or Romero's Night of the Living Dead. This is definitely one of those films, like Pineapple Express, that mark a shift in comedy that cannot be undone. And we are all the better for it.