The Strip: Slackers Trapped at Radio Shack

Could Dave Foley prostitute his talent to amuse any further without actually becoming a prostitute? In a plunging step down from emceeing celebrity poker, Foley provides a recognizable face for Jameel Khan's picked-over Goodwill bin of workplace comedy, The Strip. Foley's Glenn manages a down-market Radio Shack–type store in a Chicago strip mall (the production design would've been truer had the rest of it been left untenanted). Many of the comic episodes are of the "OK, um, awkward, who's this guy?", avoiding-eye-contact, reaction-shot variety, prevalent in awful NBC sitcoms and television commercials geared to 18- to 35-year-old white-collar workers, as Glenn impresses weird teamwork exercises on his archetype employees, Horny Loudmouth ("She's got a bangability Level 9"), Foreign Guy, Stubbly Slacker, and Wasted Potential. Indifferently compiled Indie Hitz—The Blow, MGMT, Peter Bjorn & John, Band of Horses—periodically fill the laughless silence that will prevail in any theater where this screens. The latter band accompanied the one funny scene, in which the stereotyped emotions reach a bathetic boiling point as Wasted Potential and his hideously twee girlfriend run to the beach and throw their shoes in a lake, intended to signify either transcendent liberation or extreme impracticality.

 
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