The movies begin.

There's really not much to say about them. Imagine this comic strip, in movie form, starring Owen Wilson and Ben Stiller, and featuring Donald Glover (and then, in the films made after his assassination, a cardboard cutout of Donald Glover). They contain music that, at points, sounds something like this.

(When asked about the plot of SBAHJ the Moive, Andrew Hussie had this to say:

I don't know, but I think plot is probably the wrong word.

Opening the film with a ten minute montage of bro falling down some stairs would probably be the conservative approach. Just some really solid stage setting, established in classical film making tradition to butter up the critics. It also clearly sets up a strong antagonist for the moive, stairs. It is a foe which is never bested, for you see, the film is an American tragedy.

Other than that, probably lots of profane non sequitur and hug bumps issued by Wilson and Stiller, who will have been heavily coached in their acting to achieve a sort of rigid, surrealistic demeanor just off the mark of any heretofore observed human behavior. Like the uncanny valley of mannerism. Lace heavily with artifacts, visual and audible, and don't be surprised if at some point a 20 minute clip of a completely different movie is inserted, uncut, flipped vertically, and tortured with various Photoshop filters. Finally, the climax will be the stunning resolution to a series of dilemmas not previously introduced in the film, all of which center around the inability of either character to perform simple motor functions. Then we see oversaturated low quality footage of Tony Hawk doing grinds while the credits roll, which contain not a single word which isn't "fuck."

So yeah, they're pretty much shit.)

(Reply to this thread directly to converse with Dirk during the movies; otherwise, feel free to start new threads for mingling and reacting to the horror on-screen.)