

What can I say about a movie that made me want to take a shower and cleanse myself afterward? 30 Minutes or Less is so shallow, self-satisfied, and downright repulsive that I hesitate to discuss it at all. It has none of the qualities of director Ruben Fleischer’s debut feature, Zombieland, and it’s a long way from Jesse Eisenberg’s Oscar-nominated The Social Network. In fact, I’d call this movie antisocial.
The premise involves a lowlife, played all too well by Danny McBride, and his naïve friend, Nick Swardson, who concoct a scheme to kill off McBride’s wealthy father (Fred Ward). Hiring a hit man requires money, so they need to find a patsy and force him to rob a bank by strapping a time-bomb to his body. The unfortunate victim is a pizza delivery boy played by Eisenberg, who’s too smart to be completely convincing as—
I wish I could write a thoughtful, penetrating review of the Coen Brothers’ latest offering, A Serious Man, but to be perfectly honest, the film threw me off. I appreciate it, and relate to it (especially as a Jewish man who remembers his bar mitzvah—and the 1960s—all too well)—but I don’t know quite what to make of it. The Coens have said this is “a schlemiel story,” which is...
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