John Warrens

Jim Cummings turns in an overwrought, overwhelming and completely overrated performance. This movie isn’t good. The acting and delivery moves so fast (especially in the beginning) that it doesn’t allow for any emotional resonance. It’s a tornado of empty, self-involved pontification. Awkwardness isn’t inherently valuable. The ‘funny’ moments are easily identifiable. Except... they aren’t funny. They should be, but they aren’t. A sensitivity to comedic timing does not reside here. I’ve rarely seen so much phony, clunky dialogue in 90 minutes. Whole thing rings disingenuous. If you aren’t doped up on adderall, coke, red wine and lithium, this may not touch you. Oh, and what does this have to do with Bruce Springsteen? Not that it matters. I’ll allow the Bon Iver cover at the end. Anyway. Pass.