AKA Christopher Guest's Low-Hanging Fruit
Buried in the ever-expanding depths of Netflix original content seems to be the proper resting place for Mascots. Not that it's a bad film, nor is it a misunderstood classic. No, Mascots is brutally average, just witty enough to merit a watch, too scattershot and unpolished to provoke much thought. I got nothin'.
Fred Willard's attempt to describe Mt. Rushmore is 2021 America in a nutshell.
I think I'm still in love with Parker Posey.
Godspeed You! Black Emperor's new album is pretty great. Listen to that instead of watching this.