Genuine laughs throughout, almost entirely courtesy of the mom, who does literally everything complete with running commentary - including planning a wedding in one day - while her useless husband (did he even have a line in this entire thing?) and equally useless son pass out in front of football games. It's Dadaist anti-art, a commentary on the expectations of women without even meaning to be.
Of course, the complete lack of storyline, acting ability, emotion, and chemistry between any of the people involved really drove this steaming pile home.
I think my favourite thing was when Bland Whiteson, who pleaded with his girlfriend to have a baby when she didn't want to, says that it's ok if a woman leaves a man but she has to take the kid(s) with her because what kind of person would just leave their kid? No self-awareness I see, Broseph Forced-Birth! Enjoy the baby you begged for!
Tommy Wiseau is probably angry that he didn't write this.
Of course, the complete lack of storyline, acting ability, emotion, and chemistry between any of the people involved really drove this steaming pile home.
I think my favourite thing was when Bland Whiteson, who pleaded with his girlfriend to have a baby when she didn't want to, says that it's ok if a woman leaves a man but she has to take the kid(s) with her because what kind of person would just leave their kid? No self-awareness I see, Broseph Forced-Birth! Enjoy the baby you begged for!
Tommy Wiseau is probably angry that he didn't write this.