Rebuilt from your real library: louder, faster, funnier, less tasteful-on-purpose.
A stolen diamond, bare-knuckle boxing, gangsters, idiots, and zero wasted motion.
Why you: the swagger and criminal machinery of Ocean’s Eleven, the dialogue and violence of Pulp Fiction, and the ensemble chaos of The Hangover. Safest bet here.
Will Ferrell and Mark Wahlberg play two cops whose incompetence accidentally uncovers a real conspiracy.
Why you: same Ferrell–McKay stupidity as Step Brothers and Talladega Nights, but built around a buddy-cop action movie.
A funny, furious explanation of how a handful of outsiders bet against the entire American economy.
Why you: Moneyball brains, The Wolf of Wall Street greed, and War Dogs energy—with a genuinely great script.
Three bodybuilders attempt the American dream through kidnapping, extortion, and catastrophic stupidity.
Why you: the true-crime idiocy of War Dogs, the excess of Wolf of Wall Street, and the macho satire of Tropic Thunder. Critics were split; audiences kept it alive.
Seth Rogen’s entire comedy circle plays awful versions of themselves during the apocalypse.
Why you: the cast and filth of Superbad, the group disaster of The Hangover, and celebrity self-parody closer to Tropic Thunder.