Last Updated on 09/09/2024 by Arun jain
TORONTO, Canada – Tim Robinson’s characters are socially inept weirdos who don’t recognize that they are incapable of properly existing in society and become angry and frustrated when their craziness is thrown back in their faces.
With his Netflix sketch series I think you should leave with Tim RobinsonThe comedian has perfected a certain brand of pathetic-yet-repulsive weirdness, playing office drones, TV hucksters, and suburban husbands and fathers (among others) who are ignorant of (or uninterested in following) the principles that govern human interaction. They’re the crap who lie and act at the worst possible time, make everyone feel very uncomfortable, and then escalate the situation by weirdly apologizing, doubling down, or freaking out.
Premiering at Toronto International Film Festival, friendship It’s Robinson’s first attempt to expand his persona into a feature-length project, and it’s as provocative and hilariously hysterical as expected. Paired with it Paul Rudd In a story about male need, empathy and obsession, Andrew Deyang’s film is filled with trademark situations, stunts and screams that fans of the star’s small screen efforts will instantly recognize.
What really elevates Robinson’s first cinematic outing, however, is his recognition that, at heart, his oddballs aren’t just harmless idiots—they’re unhinged psychopaths.
friendship It opens with a close-up of Tammy (Kate Mara) talking to a support group about her successful victory over cancer. DeYoung’s camera pulls back, revealing her husband Craig (Robinson) by her side, and the look of eager-puppy support on her face, given the comedian’s usual penchant for impromptu accents, elicits an immediate anticipatory laugh. “It’s not coming back!” He speaks vaguely about his wife’s illness. When Tammy admits that she’s most looking forward to seeing her son Steven (Jack Dylan Grazer) graduate from high school and finally having another orgasm, Craig quickly states, “I’m having an orgasm. . penalty!”
At home, Tami tells Craig that a package has been mis-delivered to their house, and to deliver it to their neighbor. He does, and meets Austin (Rudd), who has just moved in with his wife, and whose cool demeanor and appearance—big mustache, scruffy beard, floppy hair, and a bandana tied around his neck—impress Craig.
A few nights later, Tami informs her husband that she has arranged a meeting between her and Austin. Despite initially balking, Craig accepts and, for his efforts, learns that the stranger is Channel 3’s weatherman, a member of a punk-rock band, and the kind of attractive guy who waxes philosophical about a 400,000-year-old artifact. is Sitting in a retro ’70s house in Austin, drinking beer, with a giant fish tank and a guitar on the wall, Craig is practically giddy.
Thus, a relationship is born, and in true Robinson tradition, it quickly veers into wacko territory. Austin takes Craig on an “adventure” through the city sewers to get into City Hall, during which Craig loses his phone and his shoes, the latter purchased at his favorite outfitter, Ocean View Dining (?!?).
Later, he is invited to hang out with Austin and his other friends, but to make matters worse, Craig walks right into the sliding glass door and chokes Austin in a supposedly playful boxing match. This naturally alienates Austin, which in turn unsettles and destabilizes Craig, whose behavior—intended to rekindle their friendship, and later to find new brothers to call his own—slowly turns into desperate madness.
friendship’s main plot-driven dude is a strong vehicle for delirium. Surprisingly, though, it’s the film’s random details and detours that make it a riot. At home, Craig goes on about how he wants to see the “new Marvel” and can’t deal with spoilers. Buying a phone, he tells a teenage salesman that he looks old, like girls pretending to be 21. He is fixated on his favorite local bar’s “Seal Team 6” meal deal, in which the customer expects the same enormous meal. The meal was eaten by the soldiers who killed Osama bin Laden. And in a desperate desire to copy Austin, Craig—who Tami says doesn’t even like music—starts playing Slipknot whenever possible, whether it’s in the car or while making breakfast for his son.
Awkward silences and more awkward declarations and actions dominate friendshipwhose protagonist soon abandons his partner in the sewer and returns to the phone store to buy drugs (because he keeps losing his device). After seeing a book on ayahuasca in Austin’s house – while he breaks into and steals a gold-plated pistol – Craig asks for psychedelics and is treated to a $100 lick from a toad that exudes a hallucinogenic slime.
Lying in the dark on the floor of this cramped space, Craig prepares to blow his mind. Yet the vision that transpires is so unexpected that it proves to be the laugh-out-loud funniest bit of the film—especially given Craig’s predictably angry reaction to it.
Making herself at work with too many cups of coffee and a meeting with the mayor and a party at her house where Tami gets uncomfortably kissy with her firefighter ex-boyfriend (Josh Segara), Robinson’s protagonist is a familiar construct taken to a pathetically disturbed extreme.
As a result, when Deong tries to garner some sympathy for her, the gesture is so inappropriate and out of place that it’s hilarious. Robinson is not interested in empathy, except in a surreal kind of way; What follows is an explosion of dynamism with everyday social and professional events and startling bursts of madness. It’s like an alien’s approximation of a human—he understands enough of the rules to get by but can’t quite master the finer points that he can tolerate, much less choose.
As a result, the film manages to give Craig an entirely inappropriate comfort, and then destroys him by failing to let go of his fixation on being accepted. Partnered with the always ridiculous Rude, Robinson reaffirms his status as the reigning master of discomfort. Together, they create friendship Funniest movie of the year.
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