Awarding this thing 10 stars is only possible if you've never seen a film before, so please take those reviews with a metric ton of salt.
Let's be clear: what you're watching isn't a movie so much as a term-paper video project accidentally upgraded to feature length because a couple of C-list celebrities wandered onto the set. Simon Rex-evidently advertised a lot in the promotional material-takes one look at the script, clocks roughly six minutes on screen, and bolts faster than you can say "day-rate."
Plot? Stakes? Try again. A ragtag videography crew descends on a "poorish" Argentine town in search of a "viral" town celebrity, discovers they've got the wrong hamlet, then decides to manufacture their own meme instead. Surely their grand stunt will be deliriously unhinged, humorously culturally tone-deaf, or at least mildly amusing, right?
Wrong. Their big idea is... people dancing with gift bows on their heads. Ha. So zany!
The writing oozes the worst kind of coastal-hipster smugness: when a childish routine doesn't quite land you can also close it out with a joke about ketamine. Characters arrive pre-flattened: the serial philanderer, the mildly gay guy with hair that looks like a wig (apparently being "kinda gay" with the town's "family motel" owner is his whole personality and character arc), the perpetually seething woman (Sevigny does nothing in this film but get blasé).
What about the locals? Certainly they're colorful in some way. Nope. Mostly reduced to "look, deformities!" punchlines-because nothing says comedy like gawking at disabilities and then gasping, "He has a girlfriend? Hilarious!"
The film's approach to filming some of the other locals is equally disgusting. It really just amounts to: "can you believe these talentless hicks are actually auditioning for our talent show? How silly of them." The irony is the filmmaker casts herself as one of the members of the videography team and can't seem to get a single line out without it sounding like it's read off a blurry teleprompter. So pot meet kettle.
Visually, it's GoPro roulette: cameras duct-taped to dogs, refrigerators, the back of a motorbike-anything to scream "quirky" while contributing zip to theme or story. It's filmmaking by Pinterest board: random kooky angles in lieu of ideas.
In short, the film is equal-opportunity offensive-puerile to its core and yet somehow blissfully too lazy to do any serious lampooning. If you manage to finish the runtime (despite being short, the scenes drag out absurdly long with no punchline), award yourself ten stars; you've demonstrated more endurance than the filmmakers ever did creativity.
