This clunky mistaken-identity comedy about escaped cons who impersonate gay pageant directors doesn't even make sense on its own low farcical terms
The comedy doesn't follow its own internal logic.
The comedy surprisingly makes a lot of sense.
Two men and two children walk outside.
One of the implementation hurdles that will be faced is workload demand.
Stationary in the calm air.
A woman paints a wall green.
The people are wet.
I'm pretty sure if you push one we can start recording.