Bob Odenkirk is, of course, perfect for the material, bringing his dead-pan humor and amusing realism to a deadly situation. It is bloody and explosive, after a strangely slow setup.

It raises a lot of questions about love, gender, mental health, youth and the ability to grow/change, satirizing these concepts and declining to do anything with them, besides using them to mock a generation claiming to be more in touch with their feelings.

Galaxy packs in even more references, jettisoning any semblance of a story to make space for as much as possible. Calling this thin is a massive understatement.

Not only does it feel like a play, it feels like a one-act play, unconvincingly expanded to feature-length. It is an amusing idea that grows tiresome before the end, making the bloody climax drag more than it should.