Gene
Stupnitsky's Good Boys features a trio of tweens stumbling through some
fairly clever writing and robbing a film that should be more than
outrageous of valuable cinematic weight. It feels gimmicky and
exploitative. As talented as Jacob Tremblay (Room) is, his co-stars --
Keith L. Williams and Brady Noon -- are cute and energetic but only
adequate line deliverers and in some scenes so off-key and out of synch
it's painful. The plot is of little consequence but involves a
kissing
party to which Tremblay's Max has been invited and further to which his
lifelong buds Lucas and Thor will accompany him as wing men IF they can
replace Dad's destroyed drone and score some MDMA for a duo of teenage
girls. The film was backed by the Seth Rogan and Evan Goldberg stable
of producers, which means the picture is verbose and profane and
occasionally brilliantly. To that point, listening to 12-year-olds
dropping f-bombs non-stop is fleetingly entertaining, pour moi, if
you'll pardon my French. The deeper into the picture the more grating it
becomes and one ends up feeling sorry for these kids who probably
understood little about what they were saying and less about the marital
aids they were juggling throughout.
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