directed by Steve Pink
What kind of synopsis, or even back story do you need right here? Exactly. None. In fact, I think the film itself should have started honestly, with the lead cast sitting on a sofa and giving it to the audience straight: “Hi, we’re the excellent cast of this wafer thin premise of a film, and we’re here to give whatever back story you need to get you up to speed. I’m John, and I’m the sad bastard a-hole whose girlfriend just left me because I’m a zero effort jerk. This is Craig, and he is the nice guy chump who lets life walk all over him. And over here is Rob, the living in the past animal who is defined by his previous failures. For all you youngins out there, this is Clark, who will serve as your link to the present and will reference non-80s things that will make you laugh. We’re all unsatisfied for different reasons, but here we are, so let’s fuck this duck!” I don’t know what’s thinner than a wafer, but if such a thing existed, it would resemble Hot Tub’s plot. But who cares? It’s all winking into the camera and references to other movies we all love because they did it better. Back to the Future, High Fidelity, Grosse Pointe Blank, and- are you kidding me? I can't believe my eyes! Crispin Glover in one of his funniest performances! I almost expected him to say “Hey you. Get your damn hands off her!” That, by the way, is part of the genius of Crispin Glover. He turns up where you least expect him, and he’s always top notch. I have a feeling that Steve Pink’s history with Cusack (he wrote High Fidelity and Grosse Pointe Blank, btw) is what got him on board, and with actors as smart as the entire cast of this film, you don’t need much of anything on which to string a series of events and nostalgic references to one of the worst decades in America. It’s a good time, to be sure. And what exactly did happen in Cincinnati?