It struggles to start its engine with a confusing premise and after the road bump of the first half an hour finally overcomed, you don't know if someone is driving the movie anywhere. But it's still going somehow, with broken brakes over cringey jokes while loosing pieces on every poor slapstick gags on which it impacts while zigzagging without any clue of a map towards the final act. Nonetheless, when you reach it, you realize that you care for this movie, you start to understand its weird nature and the characters don't seem anymore so crazy as you thought at first strike. Or maybe you've invested enough time at this point that you have to see where this is going and after the nausea of the first part your interest is revamped by the plot finally finding structure. Because meanwhile gags decrease in number, Deborah Harmon enters the stage refreshing the characterisation of the salesmen gang and Roy Fuchs becomes a real threat, super late considering that more than an hour is gone but somehow also on-time for the finale's build-up. There, everything is full-throttle and this old trembling chariot is dare enough to deliver also epicness going all-in. The movie ends and you don't know what to think about this ride apart that it wasn't a waste of time after all. It is a used and not well aged car but under its rust there's at least a heart.