This came up in my "movies we think you'll like" in prime, and since it had a decent rating, I thought I'd give it a try. I was a bit reluctant when I saw it described as "art house", which often means horribly slow, but tuned in nonetheless.
For about half an hour, I was pleasantly surprised. There wasn't much action, but I found myself chuckling at quite a few scenes. And then it indeed became an art house film. I really think this was primarily made so the writer (and lead actor and director) could publicize the Indy bands he either just liked or had some connection to. It essentially devolved into the actors doing essentially nothing for long periods while the music played.
The actors obviously have friends who wrote most of these reviews. I suggest you watch grass grow rather than this tripe.
For about half an hour, I was pleasantly surprised. There wasn't much action, but I found myself chuckling at quite a few scenes. And then it indeed became an art house film. I really think this was primarily made so the writer (and lead actor and director) could publicize the Indy bands he either just liked or had some connection to. It essentially devolved into the actors doing essentially nothing for long periods while the music played.
The actors obviously have friends who wrote most of these reviews. I suggest you watch grass grow rather than this tripe.