Thoughtful buddy comedy Doomsdays makes spending time with manic man-children a lot more fun than it should be.
You wouldn’t want to hang with serial home invaders Dirty Fred (Mutual Appreciation‘s Justin Rice) and Bruho (Kids‘ Leo Fitzpatrick) in real life, a truth that writer-director Eddie Mullins underscores every time Fred tricks Bruho into fighting irate homeowners on his behalf or Bruho takes out his anger issues on whatever object is within arm’s reach. But Fred and Bruho are charming within the context of Doomsdays‘ escapist scenario, and Mullins doesn’t try to cure his protagonists of their characteristic dickishness.
Their impish, unrepentantly destructive behavior actually proves endearing, even when Fred tries to seduce two skeptical barflies by pulling a George Costanza and bluntly describing himself as a “solipsistic fuckwad [who doesn’t] care about anybody.” Even Jaidon (Brian Charles Johnson), a relatively innocuous fair-weather companion, is a charming asshole, as in the scene where he air-drums obliviously while Fred and love interest Reyna (Laura Campbell) try to hook up in a sauna. In playful, admirably composed long takes, Mullins shows us that Fred and Bruho’s immoral actions have amoral consequences, like when Bruho flees in a huff after he stumbles on Fred masturbating while he spies on a timeshare’s noisy, sexually engaged inhabitants.
Doomsdays is winsome because it embraces its narcissistic subjects without asking viewers to forget that they’ve just befriended a couple of selfish dillholes.