“I don’t know what I’m doing!”
Will Forte’s version of the idiot-manchild-as-hero surpasses Will Ferrell’s only by virtue of having been seen in fewer films. Both can be annoying, and with the wrong script, downright aggravating (Forte’s The Brothers Solomon was such a train wreck). Last Summer’s biggest gimmick comedies, Year One (Jack Black in animal skins) and Land of the Lost (Ferrell in another dimension), were crushingly bad; by comparison, Forte’s MacGruber (if ever a title deserved to be followed by an exclamation point, this is it), seems like a piece of comic genius. Such a statement requires some clarification.