A new telephone marketing function that US citizen Cassius Green will reach after suffering, but he will find himself in a terrible world after discovering another area that will lead to glory, fame and money. Greene will begin to leave his job and get a huge salary by a cocaine-snorting CEO.
[The] critique, ultimately, is a moral reversal, one that has less to do with making the white man a stereotype than with giving the black one a sense of self.
Soon enough the logic of maximal profit infiltrates every crevice of human life, including the human body. To say more is to spoil the surprise-and the last third of the movie is a wild ride.
This bold new film not only shatters comedy's cold streak, but also serves as a powerful reminder of the vitality of the genre as both social commentary and shared experience.
Telemarketers as targets from which satire flows eternal were spigotted about the same time as mall cops, and that's not all this jammed-scattergun approach to comedy has in common with the terminally dopey Paul Blart.
Sorry To Bother You [is] doubly exciting: it's conscious of what it achieves in its absurdity, just as much as it's conscious of the dangers of late-stage capitalism.