Every era has its excesses, its mullets, its chunky removable car cassette players, its Quarterflash. But MacGruber, the feature-length comedy adapted from the strange, slender recurring Saturday Night Live skit, relies too heavily on the idea that the past — corny, irrelevant, suffering from chronic bad taste — is funny by itself. The drag is that when you’ve seen one Blaupunkt, you’ve seen them all.
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REVIEW: Kitsch Overload, Sparse Laughs Weigh Down MacGruber
