Season three rivals its predecessors in its intoxicating blend of bleak cynicism and irreverent comedy.
The film’s default mode is to lazily skewer suburbanites as cartoonishly privileged yuppies.
The film is frequently guilty of the same obsolescence it accuses the characters of embodying.
The film mistakenly assumes that its dialogue-heavy focus will compensate for its dearth of personality.
Scott Prendergast’s understanding of the body as image and form of branding enriches Kabluey with a striking ambiguity.
The only amusing thing about License to Wed is the idea that it’s supposed to be funny in the first place.
Even though Dodgeball tries entirely too hard to be funny, the hearty extras collected on this DVD edition are rather nifty.
Stooping to random cameos for worthless non sequiturs is the filmmaking equivalent of a comedic forfeit.
At the very least, Zoolander is the most superficially good looking DVD of the year.
It’s a one-joke movie, but a funny one nonetheless.