Whew! I finally stopped at around the 16 minute mark, but it felt like an hour.
With a desperation so powerful I could nearly smell it, Tim and Eric do nothing funny yet obliviously grip their self-own as if, by holding the jokes underwater long enough, a bubble of something funny will surface and *POP*, just because they're so committed to suffocating it.
In only 16 minutes they repeated (many times over) all the jokes they didn't already telegraph - as if they felt contempt for their audience and felt they had to virtually spoon feed them.
Humor is subjective of course. My Pop had a sense of humor over his old tapes of Looney Tunes, Three Stooges, and (ugh) Jerry Lewis, but he could never so much as smile over Monty Python, Southpark, or Courage the Cowardly Dog. Mom likes Full House and Golden Girls, but can't stand Archer or Rick and Morty.
As for me, I still have no idea what anyone sees in Andy Sandburg or Adam Sandler (two stars who collided in That's My Boy, which came out the same year as Tim and Eric's movie). So there's my bandwidth if you share it.
If the day ever comes when Tim Heidecker and Eric Wareheim admit they merely ordered a sticky note cube of rejected Saturday Night Live bits for this movie, and through repetition padded them out to feature length, I will not be surprised.