Grandma’s death brings successful New York banker Peter (Jesse Wakeman) back to Warwick, Rhode Island and the despised childhood home he couldn’t wait to blow. Having lost his wallet somewhere in transit, there’s no one to turn to but former best friend and once favorite target of Peter’s bullying, Donald (first-time writer-director and titular tear-shedder Kris Avedisian). The man-child has yet to leave his mother’s home, and the blacklight posters that once dominated his bedroom walls have gradually been covered over by colossal snaps of pornstars that would make a proctologist blush. Donald wants nothing more from the world than a little recognition, and if it takes playing the part of one of life’s constant annoyances to get it, what does he care? But just when you think there’s no bigger reprobate on the planet than he, the reason behind the title is made clear and the film becomes a game of one-upmanship between a pair of pitiable but nonetheless fascinating-to-watch jagoffs. A ballsy debut by Avedisian and one that’s not to be missed.
Length: 1 hour, 25 minutes