Joshy

It's a fascinating depiction of the way men do -- or don't -- confront life's tragedies and traumas.

You probably wouldn't want to spend that much time with these people yourself, but at least they're never boring.

"Joshy" is like a weekend with random friends: fun and familiar, but rarely any deeper than the personalities involved. Don't look for more and you'll be fine.

Alcohol-induced shambling, cocaine-induced motor-mouthing and mushroom-induced melancholia are depicted with sobering accuracy.

Baena delivers a quiet and largely plotless dramedy that walks the line between goofy bro comedy and mumblecore drama.

An engagingly perceptive and often darkly funny glimpse at wrestling with issues of adulthood after a life of seemingly endless adolescence.

... Joshy would have succeeded had it felt comfortable enough it its own skin to play out without a third act twist that ultimately derails everything that has been set up.

Few movies about groups of male friends do such a strong job with the dynamics between individual people and the collection as a whole.

Ultimately, Joshy claims to be a story in defense of its main character's right to a story all his own, even though the film never steps away from him long enough to make us consider that this was even a palpable threat.

Joshy is perhaps best viewed as a revision of The Hangover, and several other weekend bromances... all too eager to imitate, if not advertise, the illusory notion that senselessly participating in fraternal rites of passage will lead to happiness.

It's not a tight effort, but we've seen this permissive style of movie before, and it rarely turns out this well.

An accomplished cast boosts this uneven low-budget comedy.