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Whatsoever.
Seriously.
What might consume 90 seconds in any other movie is drawn out to 84 minutes here: the party scene. Set during an anonymous suburban rager in some guy's parents' house, the mostly-male college-age crew assemble here to wax about their high school past, discuss the ins and outs (so to speak) of pornography, drink a lot of beer, puke even more of it, and play Coca-Cola baseball by taking swings at full cans of soda.
Sounds like a party to me, but a movie it really doesn't make. Reportedly based on surreptitious recordings of other people's party conversations over nearly 10 years the film has a vaguely anachronistic feeling... almost like it's based on surreptitious recordings of other people's party conversations over nearly 10 years. And not to nitpick, but never have I seen so much production equipment (namely lights) caught on camera [Writer/director Sean Baker writes to tell us those are house lights in the backyard. -Ed.]
Still, watching the jerks and the geeks collide over Dr. Who nostalgia is enough fun to merit sitting through its short running time, though its utter lack of structure may have you wishing you'd opted to spend the night at a swanky club instead of swilling from the keg in some guy's garage.
Screened following its premiere at the 2001 SXSW film festival.
Rally 'round the keg, fellas.
