If you love ultraviolence (and who doesn't?) and don't so much care if a movie has a discernible plot (and who does?) this movie is your dream come true. Starring a British actor whose American accent is inexplicably more convincing than his English accent; an American actress who inexplicably has phone sex with a Russian accent; and Australian actress Emilie de Ravin speaking in a Southern accent that is as adorable as it is obviously fake.
This is basically a conglomeration of A-minus list celebrities murdering each other with office supplies for reasons that never really become apparent. Particularly pointless is Zach Galifianakis, dressed like "a bearded tampon." I have watched this movie maybe a dozen times (because I hate me), and I still have not figured out what the point of this character is, nor why he is in a haz-mat suit.
With one-liners like "Well I'm still drunk, so it can't be the DTs," Rob Corddry of The Daily Show fame steals the show. Although Ving Rhames does utter the line "You're about as smooth as a three-month old bikini wax," and is described as "a black MacGuyver but without the fancy mullet."
I first watched this movie because of my bizarre and possibly unhealthy fascination with Joe Anderson, the guy who looks like a corpse in a bad suit. I rewatched this movie a dozen times because misery loves company and I wanted all my friends to have to suffer the way I did (because I hate them).
Here's the trailer.
In the spirit of the many inexplicable things in the movie, this YouTube clip is titled "Black guy gets owned by paper shredder!" I'd say that this is by far the most creative bit of ultraviolence I've ever seen. Please, if you are squeamish about people being killed by paper shredders, do not watch this clip.