Where would indie cinema be without the hopes and dreams and peccadilloes of the little people? In their ordinary fleece pullovers and loud ties? Miguel Arteta’s alleged comedy Cedar Rapids was apparently made by, and largely for, people who would never go to a place like Cedar Rapids without saying to their friends with a sneer, “Yeah, Cedar Rapids! Can you believe it?” It’s a movie that needs to look down its nose for its laughs, which generally isn’t the best place to find them.
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REVIEW: Ed Helms Serves Up Meager Heartland Yuks in Cedar Rapids
