Failing to mature—or even age—over the course of 35 years, Max Youngman is saddled with a considerable Peter Pan complex. An absurd look at a slacker slouching towards his destiny, Bob Byington’s tale of misadventure doles out "smarmy rapid-fire dialogue that would make Preston Sturges dizzy."—Indiewire. Winner, Special Jury Prize, Locarno 2012.