The first clue should have been that it wasn’t written or directed by Tim or Eric or Tim and Eric. I cannot believe that there are even two critics lauding this film as a deep, insightful and complex film with multiple layers and a meaningful message. It was a joke. On you. The viewer.
Half of the film was Tim Heidecker staring blankly at stuff and people. A quarter was ambling conversations about nothing that went on forever and were flat, devoid not of humor but of actual funniness. The other quarter consisted of music video montages of hipsters doing normal hipster stuff. People watching in that stupid park in Williamsburg for free would have been funnier than this movie.
A bunch of aging hipsters spend their days doing typical hipster stuff. Tim Heidecker says some racist stuff, does some obnoxious stuff (what a prankster), and says some mean stuff.
I can’t say anything about the ending because I walked out 20 minutes early. It was that bad.
I will give the film credit for the church and taxi scenes (when the three friends are together). Therein lies the only funny moments in this entire atrocity.