Crude in an amateurish way in terms of presentation, Hey… Stop Stabbing Me! is still oddly enough rather tight in terms of its writing. It’s not a surprise to me that Josh Miller and others who worked on this would go on to have careers in Hollywood. It’s clear that even with how packed this film is that a lot of fat was most likely trimmed so that way jokes would land and that the story would always have a forward momentum. The rather gormless decisions made filming on a budget in this fashion hold a juvenile charm to it that was present in and most appropriately left back in the early 2000s and yet despite that the joke that aged the worst is one about how apparently only twelve year olds like Pokemon.
Crude in an amateurish way in terms of presentation, Hey… Stop Stabbing Me! is still oddly enough rather tight in terms of its writing. It’s not a surprise to me that Josh Miller and others who worked on this would go on to have careers in Hollywood. It’s clear that even with how packed this film is that a lot of fat was most likely trimmed so that way jokes would land and that the story would always have a forward momentum. The rather gormless decisions made filming on a budget in this fashion hold a juvenile charm to it that was present in and most appropriately left back in the early 2000s and yet despite that the joke that aged the worst is one about how apparently only twelve year olds like Pokemon.
