Director: Rick Alverson
Year Released: 2012
A well-to-do New Yorker (Tim Heidecker) who has equally lethargic pals (Eric Wareheim and James Murphy) goes out and trolls people by taunting and mocking them - oh, and his father's dying, which he responds to by sitting near Pop's bed condescendingly eating cookies and drinking whiskey. The title is (intentionally) ironic as little of this could be considered 'comedic' but the satire of white privilege is feeble: Heidecker's character is more or less a sociopath incapable of feeling anything for anyone and permanently disconnected from the world and his snide comments are met with glares and disbelief when a fist to his face is most likely the appropriate response. Basically a short film puffed out to feature-length treatment, it makes its 'point' early on but keeps going (much was improvised ... which is quite obvious), though there is a powerful scene later on in which a young woman he's trying to seduce on his boat (with liquor and weed) has a seizure and he stares at her dispassionately: it follows it up with Heidecker and friends looking at pictures from Wareheim's childhood with images of pornography mixed in (they fail to react). Being this numb and distant is a tragedy - a lifetime of therapy is the start of a solution.