A 'good guy's' dog (Jolly) gets killed, so he and his best friend go out on a vendetta to find the one who killed him, managing to shoot up quite a few innocent people along the way.
This is the kind of comedy I wouldn't really consider a comedy. It's a dysfunctional farce, with a lot of beer and contemplation along the way, and maybe it could have been good if it wasn't for the main two characters coming of as somewhat mentally handicapped. They had their moments in the beginning, but as it all progresses you stop relating to them, and start seeing them as more of the tragic duo that they really are.
The pace is a bit slow, the sceneries are a bit bleak, and though the atmosphere indulges in desperation and that spontaneous every-day-slice-of-life-anomaly like: a wedding getting shot up by a couple of strangers, it just doesn't stand out enough. Not to be good. Or maybe it's just that I can't relate enough? That it just doesn't make sense?
I might remember it. It's a trip. Good and bad. Well-filmed, and tragic, with full-on action and untactical automatic fanatics... but not particularly charismatic. That's it.
rated 3/5: not bad