The Comedian sprays his unwieldy hair like a pacifist disciplines their dog. Brushstrokes of hair pulse across his forehead concealing a barren head. He is a performer and a disgrace. Vulgarity and apathy are The Comedian's punch lies, and they land like a dirty southpaw. Some entertainers wish to gather admirers. The Comedian, however, knows that folks remember their enemies most vividly.Economy motels and gas station bathrooms provide refuge from drunken halls and Mexican diners. One stop fails to secure The Comedian a hotel room, and houses him at a relative's casa. Lying on an abbreviated couch and crotchet pillow, he is tempted by lustful dreams. He has no gall to grasp them, and is reduced to a pathetic puddle.At every stop, The Comedian reminds the audience that he stands before them as an escape. He is a salesman of forgetting. People ought to sit down and laugh, laying their real life worries on the bar counter. The Comedian hurls blazing rebukes at anyone who dares to remind the room that his character is fabricated. And he character is indeed fabricated poorly.Eddie opens the show each night, once an admirer of The Comedian, but his face broadcasts news of a dying star. Pantomiming is the character Eddie hops into, and the contrast to The Comedian's three drinks and one microphone routine is staggering. A kid delighting common people with a clown nose and a bell hat. Cheap laughs pour out for the phenom, but they do not sand the psyches of the audience.It would be easy to call The Comedian's work higher art, but fishing for sympathy is just as cheap as the mime's prop work. No, entertainment is an alchemy of exorcism. The Comedian meets a connoisseur of the chromatic scale, a witch of color. He dives into her art for in hopes of self-reflection. Possibly to understand why he only hears his daughter's voicemail.The Comedian's set lists are packed with tumors. His mission is to milk laughter from an festering breast, to walk into the grime and smile. This journey will take him exactly where he envisions on the bulky televisions, yet he will not be able to stomach his destination. He will deliver a child, but will never be able communicate with the stranger.

Entertainment is a poor movie with a horrendous plot and character development, joined by a talented cast that are trying their very best to bring some life to these underwhelming parts. I understand that every decision this film made was made on purpose, but I despised each and every piece of this plot. All the weird sequences that contained little to no dialogue, such as The Comedian walking through the dessert to disturbing music, or the scene where he delivers a baby, are very unclear in terms of what their objective was. It is very hard to tell whether this movie was aiming to effect us or make us laugh. It was all far too humorous to be taken as a drama, but also too intense to be considered a comedy, the whole thing really just felt unnecessary to me. Maybe if the character was a likable one that I was able to support, then it could be redeemable, but I had no care for him or anything he did. I understand there are fans of this movie, and if you are thinking that the reason I did not enjoy this film is because I am not familiar with the work of Tim Heidecker and Gregg Turkington, I am actually a huge fan of On Cinema and Decker, I also love the Tim and Eric sketches, so this was genuinely something I was looking forward to. I was excited after seeing the very enthralling trailer and enthusiastic about seeing Turkington in a lead role, while his characterisation was stellar, I could not bring myself to appreciate this movie in any way. It simply did nothing for me other than confuse. Too funny to be dramatic, too dramatic to be funny, Entertainment is a regrettable 100 minutes. A washed up comedian goes on a tour across the country, and finds difficulty handling a lack of appreciation for his humour. Best Performance: Gregg Turkington / Worst Performance: Michael Cera

Audiences not braced for what Rick Alverson's Entertainment has to offer will be doomed for an unpleasant and gruelling experience. This is anti-entertainment if anything, not in the sense that it uses anti-jokes but the comedian protagonist is on the lowest rung of humour. Using cheap sight gags, resorting to insulting the audience, taking uncalled-for hits at celebrities and using not-so-funny voices, the laughs the characters do get are cheap. This comedian is a 19 year routine from lead actor Gregg Turkington, otherwise known as Neil Hamburger, but that backstory has no relevance to the film's narrative as he's otherwise unnamed. It's performance art, but also satirical as it's not far from the truth of what some comedians actually resort to in their acts. In that sense, it's a study on what's considered entertainment, why people are drawn to it and what it means to people.The film chronicles a cycle of repetitive sequences that grow darker in despair. The comedian attends novelty tours on his journey, browsing at eye-sore mechanical marvels in the middle of the desert, often away from the main group and guide. Then he performs at third-rate gigs such as dingy bars, often saying how he's travelled from miles away but never where from exactly, and gets upset when the audience don't laugh at his jokes. That's all part of his act, however, but it doesn't get them more comfortable. His warm-up act is an amateur mime artist played by Tye Sheridan, though how they're travelling together remains a mystery. He calls his estranged daughter before bed in hopes that she'll pick up and reconnect, but it's ostensibly in vain. Some other characters take him aside, such as detours from his wealthy cousin played by John C. Reilly, an example of success, and Michael Cera in a four minute cameo as a hustler who wants company.It feels like the films of Roy Andersson by way of David Lynch as a surrealistic nightmare. From constant stumbles, the comedian is on a broken American dream, both as a father and as a budding entrepreneur with his comedy act – which it must be noted, is far from his stoic self. He seems willingly isolated offstage, but abrasive when he's onstage. If comedy is an escape for some, is that necessarily a good thing? It can be cryptic in these scenes that don't tie in together, but they're all expressing his anxieties and failure in his career and fatherhood. Almost every gig he does is greeted by an apathetic 'good show' from the manager while he looks dead inside. The tragedy is off-screen and internal but it's palpable, highlighted by the washed-out and carefully composed photography. Entertainment is a very unsettling film, and at one point near its middle I found myself tested by it, but it's thoroughly profound for those who want something challenging and hauntingly beautiful.8/10Read more @ The Awards Circuit (http://www.awardscircuit.com/)

The previous reviewer is so right. I was also at the LA screening at Sundance NextFest tonight. The movie is boring, depressing and completely incoherent. Not one likable character. I walked out after 60 minutes and went to the bar downstairs.While John C. Reilly tried his best to save what little there was to offer in this movie, it still failed. ZERO plot. My two other friends who sat through the whole movie said it never got any better after I left.Save your time and money. Disappointed that it even made the NextFest list. The musical act that followed was just as incoherent and depressing.