Slackjaw (USA)  

Zach Weintraub’s film was made, as the end credits state, in “Olympia Motherfuckin’ Washington”, and boy does it feel like it.

The tale of a radically ineffectual 20-something who wonders if he should submit himself to human testing at the hands of the undoubtedly evil megacorporation that recently parked itself in his home town, Slackjaw employs the kind of bone-dry irony that tickles the deepest parts of your system.

It’s not exactly laugh-out-loud funny, but every weird little detail satisfies, from mundane truths about corporate culture (it’s full of dumbass jocks who don’t recycle) to an Altmanesque running gag in which a political argument is repeated verbatim by separate characters.

There’s a point in there somewhere, but, you know—fuggit.