The flick is an artless, puerile shadow of the likes of Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg’s Cornetto trilogy.
It’s a mess of styles and mixed signals, a pulp fiction that mostly tend to its loyalties to other cine-odysseys through the streets of L.A.
Do I think you’ll want to join Adam, Blake, and ’Ders for another season of Workaholics? I’m not just sure, I’m HIV positive.
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