MACGRUBER. EXPLOSION. MOVIE. MACGRUBER. MACGRUBER. CELERY. MULLETS. MACGRUBER. EXPLOSION. EXPLOSION. MACGRUBER. RYAN PHILLIPPE? RYAN PHILLIPPE. MACGRUBER. Come on, did you really think it could be any other way?
The audience that will ingest of MACGRUBER’s Bartles and Jaymes-esque flavors will surely go into the theater expecting a very certain pattern of things to occur. Problem – bomb made out of bits of things – explosion – repeat. This is not so much what the theatrical MACGRUBER serves up to its audience. Instead, it’s much closer to a snarky send-up of eighties action flicks (look for a lot of nods to the Reagan years), wrapped up in a MACGRUBER package. And while this allows the film to have an actual plotline, unlike the “Saturday Night Live” skit it’s scantly based on, those expecting all manner of explosions and clever uses of balls of twine and paper towels will probably be a bit disappointed.
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