Rollin' along; roller skatin' down that road.
Bringing disco, back to life.
Haligonian
comedy troupe Picnicface insert their distinct brand of hypertense
laissez-faire creepy yet ingratiating socio-cultural commentary into
their first full-length film, Roller Town, overflowing with the
same cerebral mix of nostalgic innocence and nauseous necromancy that
nauticalized their television show, ironically transmitted through a
vicarious fundamental frequency, which fetishistically elevates the
construction of a permanent sense of psychological well-being, localized
and qualified by an irresistibly naive belief in the eternal values of
pop culture, avatarized with direct access to the divine, while
criminally agitating its impending neuroses.
A lot
of the jokes/situations have an immediate impact (are funny) while many
of them seem like they were deliberately set up to just be as inane and I-don't-give-a-fuck
as possible. But when you think about them afterwards it's these inane
moments that lacked depth that make you laugh and want to see it again.
Which isn't that easy to do.
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