The film’s fantastical meta-commentaries don’t completely cohere but have a winning go-for-it audaciousness.
Every short in this anthology series exudes a commercially slick anonymity that effectively flattens any potential excitement.
It’s flatly fascinated by Lamb’s pathology without trying to understand its formation from environmental factors.
In The Do-Deca-Pentathlon, the fragile middle-aged male ego is indulged, massaged, and, finally, critiqued.
The core framework of The Do-Deca-Pentathlon feels a bit too basic and familiar for Mark and Jay Duplass.