I went to see The Wackness purely for nostalgia of door-knockers and keeping shit on the D.L, but I actually thought it was pretty good. My boyfriend, who is from Seattle also liked it, so that should be some barometer. Me, I don’t think I really knew who Kurt Cobain was when he died and he thinks Biggie is garbage bag, so….
The point is, that aside from Mary Kate Olsen, (I’m sorry, but she is really bad) this movie is dope. On the real, son. One of the characters says to never trust anyone who doesn’t smoke pot, like the beach, like dogs, or listen to Bob Dylan. Word.