This clumsy, chunky movie based loosely on Kreischer's comedy material is meant to be a cut-loose fun time, but it's so lifeless (and long) that it feels more like a painful hangover. Directed by Peter Atencio -- who, unexpectedly, was also behind the hilarious Key & Peele comedy Keanu -- The Machine, first of all, is noisy. Kreischer's comedy involves a lot of yelling, which may work in a concert hall but doesn't fare so well on the screen. And because of this piercing pitch, most of the jokes simply fail to land. Then, like many big-screen comedies, the movie can't resist the temptation to go huge, with lots of shootouts, fights, and big, over-the-top scene.

Yet none of it actually means anything, given that the quiet moments are also forced. We don't care a bit for these cardboard-cutout characters. Still, the thing that leaves the worst aftertaste is the movie's cheerful embracing of drug and alcohol misuse. Characters use drugs and alcohol like Popeye used spinach, as a superpower-enhancer, with no repercussions. The Machine is like the guy at the party who thinks he's winning the crowd over but is really just embarrassing himself.