As something that mysteriously ended up on my hard drive, I had no motivation to unpack this unfamiliar movie with the goofy name. From the opening scene I was aware that it was a Canadian film, and that did nothing to improve my hopes for this film. It was a Christmas miracle in October that I even got to the final credits because I had to view the movie in three separate sittings. Funny, tender, sincere, well paced, unexpected, irreverent, tidy and believable ending. I mean, damn, I was expecting "Trailer Park Boys karaoke the entire catalog of Motorhead while shotgunning cheap beer" and what I got was more like "Cheech & Chong bolted into Trading Places". Basically, jackass stoner vibes with a A, B, C story that worked. Well done, Canada!
Review of Fubar: Balls to the Wall
