If Y2K were a mixtape, it would be 85 minutes of static followed by Fred Durst awkwardly mumbling the Faith chorus to save the day—and, ironically, he kind of does. Directed by Kyle Mooney, this supposed horror-comedy wants to crash your nostalgia party with a wild Y2K bug twist. But instead of a raging 90s bash, it feels like an overlong, cringe-worthy SNL sketch someone accidentally greenlit.
The plot follows two high school nobodies (played with all the energy of someone waiting for dial-up to connect) as they crash a New Year’s Eve party in 1999. Things spiral when Y2K paranoia actually comes true, but not even impending global doom can inject urgency or humor into this mess. The movie spends so much time dropping lazy 90s references that it forgets to develop characters or, you know, be funny. It’s like being trapped in a Blockbuster that only stocks bad movies and Limp Bizkit albums.
Speaking of Limp Bizkit, Fred Durst is the lone bright spot. Yes, that Fred Durst. Playing a bizarre, exaggerated version of himself, Durst fully commits with hilariously deadpan sincerity and surprisingly sharp comedic timing. He’s the only thing keeping this Y2K disaster from feeling like a complete waste of bandwidth. When he starts belting out George Michael’s Faith at a crucial moment, you can’t tell if you’re laughing at the film or losing your mind. Either way, it’s the best 5 minutes of this 90-minute slog.
For a film with so much
potential—a killer premise, Mooney’s knack for weird humor, and actual
Y2K chaos—it’s shockingly lifeless, poorly written, and totally out of
sync. The tone is a buggy mess, the jokes are DOA, and the nostalgia
bait lands with all the grace of a Tamagotchi that hasn’t been fed
in weeks.
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