I don’t know why this formula works, but for me it is a home run every time:
cussing out + a kid = win
I watched Bad Words on the plane from Seattle to Las Vegas, and the lady sitting next to me must’ve sanity-checked me at least three times. It was hilarious. Perhaps since I was not expecting anything from the flick, I was able to snort snot out of my face regularly..? I don’t know, it just worked, and I recommend it to any other sick and twisted, irreverent, open-minded human out there.
Perhaps I am living vicariously through the main character when he unapologetically flings f-bombs at a 10 year old kid as I work through the play doh, gaming, coloring trenches of summer break.