Veteran of the great video store wars of the 2000s. Fitful filmmaker. Human of late capitalism.
A pastel colored vampire weekend.
I've long thought the premise is kind of genius. Your asshole boss dies so you turn his dead body into a Rube Goldberg contraption to keep the party going which hardly matters anyway because all of his rich neighbors are so drunk and/or self absorbed they wouldn't notice he's dead even if he wasn't being dragged around by two irreverent gen xers. Like Jacques Tati meets La Dolce Vita. A good metaphor for the excess…