If you’re anything like me, you’ve periodically wondered what it would be like if somebody remade Die Hard with John McClane replaced by the trio of idiots from “Workaholics.” Ok, so nobody has actually had this thought. Well, besides the trio of idiots, of course. Hand-in-hand with that query, you might also never ask yourself, “What would it be like to see a graphic representation of Adam DeVine dead from autoerotic asphyxiation?” Good news, everybody, you can see all of this magic and more in the Netflix original Game Over, Man!
What’s that? Don’t dig the DeVine dong? How about ass-eating? How about head exploding? Wait. Wait. I got one: How about Daniel Stern throwing what is supposed to be his severed penis at terrorist Rhona Mitra? (Is that technically sexual assault?) Oh, this film has a ton of indulgent crap. When you ask yourself, “Why aren’t Netflix films shown in theaters?” I want you to think about this one.
Three terrible hotel maids (DeVine, Blake Anderson, and screenwriter Anders Holm) take time from screwing around on the job to do some drugs and pose for selfies with a used condom — somebody else’s used full condom. I know. I know. “Ewwww” doesn’t begin to describe. And these guys make Frank Whaley from Career Opportunities look like a company man. None of this is material to the plot; I’m just painting a picture. With these morons about, I think we should just be happy that they successfully identified what their job actually is; whether or not they do it is next level stuff. Their hotel plays host to “foreign” “dignitary” Bae Awadi (Utkarsh Ambudkar) for the weekend. The Florida State-educated gazillionaire playboy is a non-stop party-foul waiting to happen and the boys dream of using Awadi’s wealth to finance their own immature video game ideas.
And then Neal McDonough and Rhona Mitra show up for some Die Hard-style terrorism. Who can save Awadi, the hotel, and a boss video game idea? Well, they made the movie, so I’m going to guess the idiots.
Game Over, Man! is both unnecessarily sexual and violent. I know this should put the film in the one-star category, but I kind of appreciated that the boys had the balls to make as indulgent a picture as they did. To me,
panning this movie is kind of like rating: “Liberace, one-star … too much jewelry.” Quite frankly, there’s almost zero way that the “Workaholics” crew could insert themselves into a Die Hard situation and come up with a winner, so it may as well have been absurdly violent and sexually grotesque. I respect the film on that level.
Lest you’re worried that shame and disgrace came to only those who put the film together, Game Over, Man! had no problem shredding the celebrity of several cameo notables — Jillian Bell crapped herself, Joel McHale and Steve-O die in embarrassing fashion. Mark Cuban shows up in a stretcher. This is the kind of film that happens when immature people are given a lot of money. It’s not terrible if you have a stomach for sex jokes, but it’s also not great; whatever thoughts linger from the Die Hard/Paul Blart-like plot will all eventually sour into an amalgam of the question, “What was that movie where Adam DeVine was deliberately exposed for a full five minutes?” No matter how funny you found it, that’s never going to describe a great film.
I could have been watching In Bruges
Nobody wants to be just like Scrooge is
Yet there goes my bliss
For instead, I have this:
Die Hard meets The Three Stooges
Rated TV-MA, 101 Minutes
Director: Kyle Newacheck
Writer: Anders Holm
Genre: Heads literally explode
Type of being most likely to enjoy this film: 13-year-old boys
Type of being least likely to enjoy this film: Their parents
