It's almost inconceivable just how much a person has to like Ryan Reynolds to enjoy this film. I mean, you really have to be into that smarmy-ass style of comedy to get anything out of "Waiting."
Ryan Reynolds is like the love child of David Spade and Kathleen Turner. He doesn't really act so much as he just stands there and tries to bring new meaning to the word "cool," but in a self-indulgent, self-aware way that conveys both a sense of conceit and a sense of nonchalance. In other words, he's excruciatingly annoying.
In "Waiting," he's that guy who seems too cool for the place where he works, a restaurant called "Shenanigans," which reminded me of "Bennigans," which is a place I can't stand. I feel the need to get this off my chest now, but if you actually like Bennigans, you are a disgusting, tasteless individual who deserves to be swallowed up in the next natural disaster.
The plot, if you can call it that, revolves around Monty (Reynolds) showing a new hire the tricks of the trade, which include treating the customers like shit and a game amongst the staff that involves whipping out your penis and showing it to your fellow employees. It's a hoot!
Undoubtedly, "Waiting" will appeal to the sick and twisted among us, but it made me wish I had waited a lot longer to see it, like maybe forever.
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