It's embarrassing to think that this movie was made by grown-ups. First of all, it's just not funny. Comedy usually relies on very precise delivery, with special rhythms and beats, but Heidecker and Wareheim have completely ignored that concept. Instead they aggressively repeat punchlines, hammering them again and again in the vain hope that they'll become funnier, rather than the opposite. The dead space where laughter should be is like lead.

And the characters of Tim and Eric are unequivocally vile, hateful, irritating, stupid, and worthless. In one scene, Tim steals a small boy from his father and "adopts" him as his own son. (This horrifying event is supposed to be funny.) Most other characters are one-joke types, such as "Taquito" ( John C. Reilly ), who's sick and keeps coughing up blood. Again, this is played for laughs. The directing -- also by Heidecker and Wareheim -- has a vaguely sick, sludgy quality; the entire movie leaves off with a general depressing feeling.