Hypnotic, again; That scene where he gets called to the office and he's looking around, shadowed and, later, joined by the rest of the skate kids is brilliant. I'm going to miss this Van Sant when Milk comes along and starts yet another chapter for the Gusmeister.

These 90s comfort films, what with their madcap improv, their heroin-riddled Downey, Jr. performances, their biting brush strokes and that warm, universal glow of suburban ferocity.

Walks a fine line between sincerity - which is funny by itself - and playing the same jokes over and over and over again. Smacks the same undercooked, low fidelity corners as movies like Dirty Work, which are just a string of jokes over a thinly-laid out, low commitment narrative. The Brothers Solomon, however, is entirely about what its about, and the Wills are really quite funny, with Forte's schtick playing out in endlessly clever variation and Arnett's only becoming truly annoying during his scenes with Tara.