My face feels violated.

I can handle a poop scene if need be. It just can’t be five minutes long, involve Ray Wise and fill up a bathtub.

I can handle ugliness and nihilism, if it’s in the service of some identifiable idea.

I can handle dark, aggressively stupid sketch comedy, but apparently not for 90 minutes.

I saw this at a free screening, with about 15 of the kind of movie obsessives that have tickets to weekday screenings in the U District. Half of them walked out. I didn’t even know that was possible.

I can’t imagine you’ll regret missing this one.