"On Cinema at the Cinema" circa 2011:Tim and Gregg discuss movies on a theater set in front of a green screen. Sometimes, they don't agree on everything.
"On Cinema at the Cinema" circa Modern Day:After coming out of rehab for crippling alcoholism, Tim's third wife abandons him after no longer being able to bear the immense guilt of saving him from life in prison following the accidental yet remorseless murder of 20 teenagers at the Electric Sun Music Festival, an event paid for in the first place with the insurance money resulting from the negligence-caused death of Tim's infant child. Unwilling to accept the divorce, Tim combats his counter-marriage lust toward Wendy Kerby, a new target thirty years his junior as his mental health spirals downward and he begins to believe he has made contact with the afterlife. Propelled by various drugs, a deranged Tim attempts to seduce Wendy by proxy by grooming her into a relationship with his bandmate by casting them both in a sitcom short that he controls through a multimedia conglomerate. Meanwhile, Gregg carries around a trash bag filled with VHS tapes and oily popcorn while trying to convince Martin Sheen's brother to commit to a film adaptation of an inanimate object.
I genuinely cannot believe that this show exists. It has gotten so so so incredibly dark and twisted in a way that feels way too real, and somehow, some way, despite this, it is the funniest fucking thing I have ever seen.
"On Cinema at the Cinema" circa 2011:Tim and Gregg discuss movies on a theater set in front of a green screen. Sometimes, they don't agree on everything.
"On Cinema at the Cinema" circa Modern Day:After coming out of rehab for crippling alcoholism, Tim's third wife abandons him after no longer being able to bear the immense guilt of saving him from life in prison following the accidental yet remorseless murder of 20 teenagers at the Electric Sun Music Festival, an event paid for in the first place with the insurance money resulting from the negligence-caused death of Tim's infant child. Unwilling to accept the divorce, Tim combats his counter-marriage lust toward Wendy Kerby, a new target thirty years his junior as his mental health spirals downward and he begins to believe he has made contact with the afterlife. Propelled by various drugs, a deranged Tim attempts to seduce Wendy by proxy by grooming her into a relationship with his bandmate by casting them both in a sitcom short that he controls through a multimedia conglomerate. Meanwhile, Gregg carries around a trash bag filled with VHS tapes and oily popcorn while trying to convince Martin Sheen's brother to commit to a film adaptation of an inanimate object.
I genuinely cannot believe that this show exists. It has gotten so so so incredibly dark and twisted in a way that feels way too real, and somehow, some way, despite this, it is the funniest fucking thing I have ever seen.
