DATELINE JAPAN, SUBTITLES -- These two little nippers want a television set so they can watch wrestling. They're so yellow trash. When their parents are all "Ain't gonna happen," they complain so much that they get into trouble, so they decide to stop speaking altogether. Oh no! Ha ha! Good luck with that ploy, you little morons. Seriously, what's Japanese for "Peace and quiet at last"? The best part is when their teacher stops by to ask why they won't talk during their lessons. "Please use Spartan methods. We don't mind," says the dad. Ha! Awesome. Unfortunately, we never see that happen. Instead, their little stunt leads to what appear to be the early stages of a neighborhood-wide zany misunderstanding, but then the movie forgets half of its own plot and nothing ever comes of it. And eventually, through unrelated circumstances, the family ends up with a TV anyway. So, ultimately, this movie isn't about anything. No wonder they call Japanese domestic comedies the tofu of world cinema. Well I do, anyway.

Oh, and if you're one of those pretentious tools who thinks that foreign flicks are way more sophisticated then American ones, I'd just like to point out that this movie has tons of farting in it. Très classé, assface.