ABOUT THE AUTHOR: A.C. Nicholas, legendary exploitation-film historian, rapscallion, and frequent contributor to this site, attended the 2026 South by Southwest (SXSW) festival in Austin, Texas. He gives us the inside scoop on some upcoming films.

Just before I hopped on the plane to Austin and SXSW, I was thinking that the current state of movie comedy is pathetic. In the 70s and 80s, we had films from Monty Python, Mel Brooks, Woody Allen, Richard Pryor, Eddie Murphy, Bill Murray, John Belushi, John Hughes, the ZAZ guys, hell, Rudy Ray Moore’s Dolemite was hilarious. Today, it’s dire. Comedies are money losers in theaters, and the stuff made for streaming services is either a sad-ass romcom or a belated sequel that no one asked for to something like Beverly Hills Cop. A couple of months ago, I watched Frackham Hall, a parody of Downton Abbey, which was moderately amusing. But before that, I can’t remember a decent comedy, which is why I walked into Pizza Movie at SXSW with the lowest of expectations. But my head was about to explode—like the 50 or so in the film.

At the outset, the generic title Pizza Movie recalls 80s teen comedies like Hot Dog … The Movie and Hamburger: The Motion Picture. And if you figured that there will be a meta-reference why the film has that generic title, well done. This might be the review for you. Anyway, I knew next to nothing about the film other than it was the first film from Brian McElhaney and Nick Kocher, two former SNL and Funny or Die writers and starred Gatan Matarazzo. An SNL-adjacent movie with a kid from Stranger Things? That hardly sounded promising.

But hang on tight, the first five minutes have more laughs than probably the last 10 comedies I’ve seen (if only I could remember what they were apart from Frackham Hall). In a brilliant montage, winningly set to David Naughton’s disco hit “Makin’ It,” we see that the misguidedly overconfident Matarazzo as Jack and his college roommate, Sean Giambrone (the TV show The Goldbergs) as Montgomery, who’s so wussy he has a pet butterfly, are the geekiest kids on campus and hated by everyone for a mysterious thing that happened with the football team. We follow them as they get beaten up, abused, shaken down, farted on, and covered in urine. If the movie had no laughs past that opening, it would still be better than all the recent comedies combined.

Soon, it’s apparent that this movie’s universe is an extreme version of a Savage Steve Holland film, like his classic Better Off Dead: surreal, weird, and batshit crazy. One day, the cool kids in school have the hapless duo on their dorm room floor and are farting in their faces–and potentially giving them pink eye. (The clique leader, a smarmy kid in a sweater, never seems to have any conversation outside of “we farted in their faces.”) These hijinks dislodge a secreted and long-forgotten tin that contains what appear to be drugs. What are these smart lads to do but use Google and check out “drugs exploding head mints.” And lo and behold, up pops a 10-year-old YouTube video of Sarah Sherman (this movie gets more amazing by the minute), a chemistry major who created this mind-blowing psychedelic. Taking one mint will give you seven levels of tripping. (Now we’re into Cheech and Chong, Harold and Kumar, and Scott Pilgrim vs. the World territory.) I’ll let you fully discover the trip levels yourself, but I will preview that one deals with exploding heads, and the last one has your worst nightmare f***ing you in the ass with a chainsaw. (One character will discover how terrible that is simply because he was frightened by the Rat King in a Baltimore community theater production of the Nutcracker as a child.) 

Now, if the film were only about the misfits making it through the seven levels—all filled with ridiculous, surreal, violent, gory, disgusting, absolutely stupid and psychotic imagery, including heads on hands and a nightmarish area where a Hispanic man holds a baby in a sailor suit, and you have to “impress the baby,” it would be great. But oh no, it’s more, much more. If the trips get out of control, Sherman tells them the only way to come down is to eat pizza. So the guys, high AF, order pizza, which is delivered by a psychotic drone delivery cart voiced by Bobby Moynihan. All they need to do is compose themselves long enough to go down two floors to the dorm lobby to pick up the pizza.

But that, my friends, is an epic journey like the Odyssey fraught with incredible danger, such as a stormtrooper brigade of resident assistants whose leader is psychotically committed to punishing rulebreakers by taking their cellphones and using them to register their owners to living at Gralk Hall, a dorm on a branch campus four hours away, which appears to be part hell, part tuberculosis sanitarium, and part insane asylum from which no one ever returns. But assisting Jack and Montgomery on this journey is former platonic friend Lizzy, played by Lulu Wilson (Becky and The Wrath of Becky), who’s now part of the cool kids because she has a credit card, and who also has ingested a mint and is tripping balls.

I’ll stop right there because I’m laughing too hard, there’s so much more to tell that I’d be here for hours typing, and you need to discover for yourself the twisted, sick, juvenile, puerile, revolting, ludicrous, politically incorrect hilarity in this effed up film. Like Airplane, it’s packed with so many jokes that if one misses, no worries. Just three seconds later, you’ll be doubled over in hysterics. Indeed, someone should count the number of jokes in just over 90 minutes. I’ll bet it’s a record.

That said, like all comedies, Pizza Movie will be divisive. Many will not find it funny and complain that it’s terrible. If that’s you, I don’t want to know you. If the humor hits with you, you’re in for a rollicking time, just like back in the halcyon days of movie comedies. Loaded with great video effects, characters, and humor, it’s a big winner. And it was filmed in Buffalo. Amazing!

Pizza Movie premieres on Hulu on April 3.