In spite of that, it sure ain't a four course meal. Kitchen Party isn't Hitchcock's Rope or Stillman's Metropolitan. The banter isn't potent enough to support a complete film. To contravene this imperfection, Burns opens the doors to a troubled friend, a loaded gun and a psycho bro on the loose. We understand the two will collide.
People can erect their gated communities.
The human condition carries a skeleton key. Ignorance is bliss.