Step Brothers
Do you like 90 minutes of screaming? Do you not care about building laughs or story or anything besides watching two actors yell at each other in confused versions of profanity? Do you like being distracted by Mary Steenburgen disastrous facelift? Do you like characters that have no logical reason for existing, even more pathetic than The 40 Year Old Virgin, since it also includes a lack of social skills, job experience, friends, and humility? Do you like movies that have so much product placement, that the characters discuss the product, to the point where it is clear the movie was a profit before they even finished shooting? Do you like comedies that don’t bother with pacing, so while there may be a few good lines such as “your voice is like a mix of Fergie and Jesus” or “Why are you so sweaty? I was watching Cops,” the movie feels like it is 4 hours long, because it doesn’t have ups and downs, the volume is always at ten? Do you like movies in which exhibiting profane stunted adolescence is the only idea? Do you like John C. Reilly stealing the entire movie from Will Ferrell, proving that his comedic chops in Walk Hard were not a fluke? Well, then go see Stepbrothers.
