It's a fascinating depiction of the way men do -- or don't -- confront life's tragedies and traumas.
You probably wouldn't want to spend that much time with these people yourself, but at least they're never boring.
"Joshy" is like a weekend with random friends: fun and familiar, but rarely any deeper than the personalities involved. Don't look for more and you'll be fine.
Alcohol-induced shambling, cocaine-induced motor-mouthing and mushroom-induced melancholia are depicted with sobering accuracy.
Baena delivers a quiet and largely plotless dramedy that walks the line between goofy bro comedy and mumblecore drama.
An engagingly perceptive and often darkly funny glimpse at wrestling with issues of adulthood after a life of seemingly endless adolescence.
Joshy uses so much architecture from indie-movie blueprints and uses so many comic actors as building blocks that it briefly seems like an elaborate spoof project.
Joshy isn't fun. It doesn't want to be. It's far more focused on the moment when fun becomes discomfort.
"Joshy" fairly accurately captures the way guys at play mock and tease each other while avoiding seriousness at all costs, and Baena additionally manages to give each character enough space to make a mark on his own.