Refuse to aim your snoot skyward when style and subject intertwine, and this nastily surreal descent into standup madness will deliver on its title. With his stringy, Dippity-Do-ed Zero Mostel combover and predilection for mucous-huffing mid-set, Neil Hamburger — a character comedian Gregg Turkington has spent the past 20 years perfecting — far exceeds your typical angry, emotional void of an Everyman. No wonder his agent sentenced the schmuck to eternal damnation in the Mojave, where he tenders his unique brand of mirth to prisons and senior facilities. There are scattered scenes where a quick cut would have come as welcome relief. Credit writer-director Rick Alverson with a visionary, razor-sharp point-of-view that kept my eyes locked on the screen at all times. Alverson’s self-professed “increasing disinterest in form” will no doubt turn many viewers off. For those who find fascination in a disproportionate imbalance of form over content, prepare to have your world rocked. (2015) — Scott Marks