Davidson plays a would-be tattoo artist whose firefighter dad died in the line of duty in Judd Apatow’s charming, New York-set tale
It is not strictly relevant, but this film briefly breaks the unwritten movie rule that cocaine is the drug for bad people. Heroin can be for tragic jazz geniuses, LSD for visionaries or broad-minded experimentalists, MDMA for party animals and weed for lovable stoners – but coke is for cynics and nasty rich people heading for a well-deserved fall. Not here. With this richly enjoyable movie,
comedy maven Judd Apatow has found a new register to go with his habitual stories of middle-aged angst and disillusion.
It’s a freewheeling and funny blue-collar dramedy set in Staten Island, New York, often feeling as if Bruce Springsteen has directed a remake of I Vitelloni. Apatow’s co-writer and star is 26-year-old
Pete Davidson, the
SNL comedian whose father, a
New York City firefighter, died in 9/11. In an interestingly winning way Davidson channels the spirit of a young Adam Sandler.