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Doug Walker's The Nostalgia Critic stars Walker as the Critic, a film critic (like me) who loves his Kubrick stare (like me) and boatloads of sarcasm (unlike me) with a particularly annoying voice (unlike me).

Unfortunately for Walker, his audience, and me, sarcasm happens to be the lowest form of humour there is. Walker constantly points out things were already obvious, repeating them as if we were one-year olds learning their first words. Some jokes land, most do not. It gets old-fast.

An admittedly hard-hitting yet flawed footnote in Australian cinema, 2:37 attempts to convince its audience that there exist flaws in all people - something they were already convinced of years prior - shockingly, this is the least of our concerns as the film also chugs along without any respect for an original plot, all the while shoving copious amounts of heavy-handed gross-out scenes in our face as if it still had any doubt the ridiculous "characters" and flat acting had not already turned viewers away, ultimately affirming itself as one unable to escape the shadow of the better film it had so shamelessly copied - Gus Van Sant's Elephant - and one that can be avoided without consequence.