UCB vets Jocelyn DeBoer and Dawn Luebbe compose, direct and celebrity in a crazy, candy-colored hellscape
There’s a certain form of comedy fan probably to embrace a satire featuring lines like, “I don’t mean to become a indigenous American-giver, nevertheless now that my only youngster is your dog, would it not be feasible to obtain straight back the child we gave you?”
If this head-spinning amount of absurdity is the thing, “Greener Grass” will likely be, too. Writer-director-costar group Jocelyn DeBoer and Dawn Luebbe (previous people in Upright Citizens Brigade) are sharp parodists, plus they spare no body within their evisceration of residential district superficiality. But they’ve expanded this project from their initial brief movie, as well as the lengthier therapy may incite some moments of okay-we-get-it antsiness from more impatient audiences.
The movie’s biggest asset is DeBoer, whom plays sweetly dim soccer mother Jill by having a commitment that’s alternately terrifying and heartbreaking. Jill, who works painfully difficult to fulfill her community’s ideal, constantly wears an eager look and an ensemble that is perfect.
It is difficult to steadfastly keep up with one’s next-door neighbors, but no body would desire ignoring the strict requirements. The people (including Beck Bennett and Neil Casey from “SNL”) wear pastel golf shirts and madras shorts while barbecuing with hearty cheer inside their lush backyards. Their children, who possess names like Citronella and Marriott, will literally do whatever needs doing to please their teacher that is stern Carden, “The Good Place”) and anxious moms and dads.
Plus the females (including Mary Holland, “Veep”) work full-time to fit right in, putting on braces to repair the nonexistent flaws on the perfect teeth, driving golf that is color-matched to operate errands, cooking Pinterest-worthy dishes, and organizing immaculate domiciles that appear to be Ethan Allen showrooms.