I’m not against foreign filmmakers taking potshots at this utter embarrassment of a country we call “America,” not in the slightest; I take potshots at “America” all the time, and I’ve lived here my whole life. But there’s something very self-satisfied about Jay Baruchel’s humor in Random Acts of Violence which, stacked next to his filmmaking, feels unearned. I half-liked this movie, that half being the actual acts and the actual violence as well as the more subtle punchlines written into the script. The other half is the stuff that’s painfully self-serious.
You can read my full review over at Paste Magazine.