Y2K (2024)

Studio:   A24
Director: Kyle Mooney
Writer:   Kyle Mooney, Evan Winter
Producer: Evan Winter, Jonah Hill, Matt Dines, Alison Goodwin, Christopher Storer, Cooper Wehde
Stars:    Jaeden Martell, Rachel Zegler, Julian Dennison, The Kid Laroi, Lachlan Watson, Daniel Zolghadri, Mason Gooding, Lauren Balone, Eduardo Franco, Alicia Silverstone, Tim Heidecker

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Summary:

On New Year’s Eve 1999, a group of misfit teenagers comes together to save their town from a deadly robot uprising.


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What would a movie set in 1999 be without needle drops from Fatboy Slim, Harvey Danger, Sisqo, and Chumbawamba? Would audiences even recognize the era if scenery wasn’t set to decades-old radio hits like Praise You, Flagpole Sitta, Thong Song, and Tubthumping?

Horror/comedy “Y2K” has all that ‘90s nostalgia and then some. “Then some” includes such “aren’t these silly to see now?” sights as Billy Blanks doing Tae Bo, news alerts about Enron, denim shirts with “Liz Claiborne” embroidered on the pocket, and dial-up internet taking ten minutes to download a single nude photo of Janine Lindemulder. Listed like that, it might seem as though “Y2K” overloads on retro references as a highlight of its humor. It does, but not to an obnoxious degree where anyone will complain, “Enough already!” The film actually balances the atmosphere of throwback charm with relatable fantasy far better than the alternating tones of madcap mayhem and coming-of-age earnestness, which could use some evening out to give the movie a consistent personality and distinct direction.

Breezing by at about 85 minutes not counting credits, “Y2K” doesn’t have time to waste. Maybe it should, though. The film’s first act focuses on the friendship between Eli and Danny, two teenage misfits who aren’t hopeless nerds, yet aren’t particularly popular, either. They play Nintendo and tote around action figures, but they also break into their parents’ booze and have a real shot of finally, maybe, using the one unwrapped condom they’ve carried around forever.

We know enough to get the gist of these goofy good guys, but “Y2K” needs better bonding to break them out of their stereotypes. As Eli, Jaeden Martell effortlessly emits the aura of an awkward dork still capable of getting the girl, and who is perhaps only one makeover away from bulking up into an active social life. Julian Dennison serves up a few appealing moments to make Danny the outgoingly boisterous buddy, although he also comes with a side order of annoying behaviors where he doesn’t feel like a friend Eli will have for life. “Y2K” intends for their friendship to be an emotional tether throughout the film, but being tied by brevity and interwoven with inconsiderate callousness, their rope frays at the edges when it should be forged from sterner steel.

Unless you count the embarrassing terror of nervously talking to your classmate crush or being insulted by bullies via freestyle rap, “Y2K” doesn’t even have the slightest hint of horror on the horizon until the titular event finally occurs, which comes at 25 minutes into the movie. That’s when the electricity at a New Year’s Eve party suddenly surges, sentient robots assemble themselves out of old iMacs, and “Y2K” graduates from the “Superbad”-style hijinks of high schoolers into a lowkey comedic remake of Stephen King’s “Maximum Overdrive.”

“Y2K” uses its cartoonish carnage to fuel splattery sight gags. Rated R probably for only a short series of slaughterings when the robots initially rise up, and partygoers are castrated by blenders and drilled in the skull by power tools, the movie is occasionally bloody without being excessively gory. Decapitated heads and limbs look like props, but that’s by design so deaths stay funny rather than frightful.

Director Kyle Mooney and co-writer Evan Winter appear to be using their script to work out typical teenage issues ranging from popularity and pretension to bullying and belonging. Those subjects seem odd for two men on the edge of 40, one of whom spent nine seasons on “Saturday Night Live,” to still have hanging over their heads as 20-year-old matters in need of closure, but who am I to judge?

The rest of their screenplay reserves space for jokes about sex, because what would a teen comedy be without them, and also about drinking pee, getting covered in sewage in an overturned port-a-potty, and similar situations based on buffoonery, not braininess. Limp Bizkit frontman Fred Durst also mocks himself in a series of self-effacing circumstances that are less of a running gag and more of a nonstop barrage of insults at his expense to hammer home that he’s a good sport about his current pop culture status.

Landing with the light impact of a gleeful glancing blow rather than a knockout punch of uproarious entertainment, “Y2K” doesn’t do for Y2K what “Halloween” did for Halloween. By that I mean, “Halloween” is part of a pantheon of unforgettable films forever associated with a single, simple term. There have already been previous movies named “Y2K” and there will undoubtedly be more, as this one doesn’t plant an unmovable flag in the title’s territory. “Y2K” has a big heart full of mildly mirthful fun, but no ambition to be bigger anywhere else, leaving viewers with a likable movie they’ll wish they liked even more.

NOTE: There is a mid-credits scene.

Review Score: 55