Today’s young, budding screenwriters — Bradecich and LaFlamboy included — must be using some Kevin Smith version of Final Draft that inserts “fuck” and “fucking” randomly and frequently throughout the script. I’ve said it before and, unfortunately, I’m sure I’ll say it again, but a reliance on F-bombs for punch lines does not equal wit. It equals laziness, on par with tenant T.J. Jagodowski’s insufferable Steve Zahn imitation.
Says a cop to his partner about the Mugg boys, “You know what? I don’t like these two.” Nor do I. To be fair, I’m only basing my opinion on Mole Man, which might amuse only those who are high, but I’d hope even they would exercise better judgment. —Rod Lott