A pustulant piece of work whose better moments mostly involve Jemaine Clement’s channeling of insufferable condescension, Gentlemen Broncos represents a sort of nadir of comedy, where even meager jokes die sad and unmourned deaths. Like director Jared Hess’ first film, Napoleon Dynamite, it will win points from certain quarters for its faux-naif characterizations and time-warp outfits. But Broncos has none of that film’s gangly punchiness or heartfelt sense of rebellion. Here, it’s all pose, with hardly a laugh in sight…
Gentlemen Broncos is playing now in a few, sad theaters across the land. Read the full review at filmcritic.com.