At first the startling low-quality production on this mockumentary will make you weep. And then Rob Corddry shows up and you cry some more for Correspondents of Daily Shows Past.

Then Rob Riggle shows up and kicks out the mother fucking jams, man. I mean, he saves the whole movie. Then you weep for how brilliant it was even though it appeared to have been shot on that handi-cam your mother had back when you were in the fifth grade, you know, the one that weighed eleven hundred pounds and had a two bit resolution. (And the only sound the built in microphone ever picked up was wind.)