Despite a few effective “gotcha!” moments and Pegg’s performance, the movie is too artificial and undercooked to work.
Kaufman once again reminds us that, without someone to shape the writer’s constructs, we’re destined to become stuck in a frustrating morass of eccentricity and self-indulgence.
During the movie’s second half, the narrative begins to rely too much on horror/thriller conventions. All the really good stuff happens before the 75-minute mark.
The comedy offers a gentle reminder that it’s people not slogans that form the spinal cord of America’s democracy.