Written and directed by Charlie Day, his first credit as director. What appears to be just another gang gang romp ends up being a surprisingly sophisticated and watchable film. Charlie Day plays a character called Latte Pronto who says no more than five words the whole film. It's not a silent film, but Charlie Day is largely silent. So the tribute to Charlie Chaplin can't be ignored, nor can the Lynchian critique of Los Angeles and the New Wave-inflected pacing and edit. It's billed as a comedy, but that's almost a Shakespearean category here. Some of the shots are way more beautiful than a movie directed by Charlie Day needed to be. It feels the only authentic Hollywood products these days are the movies about making movies (forgive me, but I thought Babylon was OK until they obviously started running out of ideas...) and in the case of Fool's Paradise, there's a really engrossing postmodern thing happening stylistically: time has collapsed. Ken Jeong plays a desperate never-was; Kate Beckinsale, hotter than ever, sells her character exactly too much. A pretty vicious George Lopez dig turns out to be (according to the credits) a hint to an easter egg.