Friendship

Instead, it fearlessly—and wackily—reckons with how confounding people can be in their bid for one another’s approval: at work, at home, at their new friend’s house while dressed in their finest Ocean View Dining clothing.

While there are definitely a few smart laughs, the film felt like a hastily thrown-together product.

A clever movie for people who are comfortable seeing the most uncomfortable version of themselves in these characters and laughing at our own most embarrassing behaviour.

It suggests not just a subversion but a putrefaction of the Ruddy-comedy genre -- a portrait of male loneliness so totalizing, and so scarily close to the bone, that laughs and screams all but bleed together.

I didn’t cringe while watching any of Craig’s behavior, because this movie is too afraid to go anywhere dangerous.

Rudd’s Austin is sometimes a completely different person from scene to scene, as if writer-director Andrew DeYoung were trying to fit the characters to the plot requirements instead of vice versa.

Tim Robinson can say any four words with a certain inflection and get a laugh out of me.

Like the comedies Superstar and Napoleon Dynamite, which lay pariahs’ amusing problems at their own feet, Friendship implies that those without the right personality type will forever be stuck at a primitive stage of development.

Rudd’s presence vibes so well with Robinson, and this script allows the right risks to be taken. It is easily the funniest movie of 2025.

The movie's overriding theme could well be that spectrum narcissists are the new real-life villains making the world hell for the rest of us.

Don't go mushroom hunting with them, or anyone else for that matter really.