Drunk Parents’ ADR dependence is exhibit ∞ of how comedies overlook (pun intended; you’ll see) the importance of visual components to onscreen humor (did you see?).
(Which, I guess, is another pun, because we’re dealing with optical matters?)
((Ok, I’ll stop now))
There seems to be a pervasive notion amongst comic filmmakers — a label encompassing more than just the director — that everything can be fixed in post, which is wrongheaded because:
A) It breeds a flippant, underrehearsed, and — frankly — lazy approach.
B) Reshoots often aren’t possible for indies perpetually short on resources.
In other news:
Hollywood would be wise to implement a moratorium on unironic endings that include:
A) The title of the movie being uttered in the last line of dialogue
B) A culminating party where ALL the major characters come together to toast their shared happy ending.
Drunk Parents has both!
Even if they’re deliberately used as wink-wink tropes, being played out to death (should) always kill the yucks.
Now how about some positivity?
A) Jim Gaffigan’s testicular-cameltoe, green-screen-esque tights is an all-time costume design.
B) Alec Baldwin’s walk may be his greatest work of art.
…That’s all the thumbs-ups I got for Drunk Parents.