A lesson in self-indulgence. If you have any exposure to Max Landis, you’ll instantly gravitate to the poles of love or hate. Here is a guy whose social dysfunction has him constantly restate he’s a guy no one likes because of his self-aware obnoxious personality and the only reason he’s in front of a camera is because he’s John Landis’ son. That said, when Max is on point, he’s a riot.

Combine obnoxious attention whoring with a deep rooted passion for all things nerd and you’ve got something people will listen to. Landis’ ridiculous short film stars himself (naturally) as a narrator reciting the plot for a particularly epic arc in the Superman comics canon while getting increasingly drunk. Landis riffs aimlessly as actors reenact his speech on a budget that could be described as the shoe-string of a shoe-string. The actors look like they got pulled off Hollywood Boulevard (and apparently at least one is a porn star). The tone, like all of Landis’ monologues, is light and snappy—zipping along joyously while indulging in the type of shit that the better half of us would never give a second thought. But that’s what makes it so fun. Landis simultaneously mocks and treasures the ludicrous storytelling of comic books, never afraid to point out how convoluted it is while at the same time revelling in the fun of it all. He makes it easy to understand why people fall for this stuff. His devil-may-care approach to production is equally as endearing; the whole thing looks amazingly unimpressive, and this is fucking John Landis’ son. He’s got connections, he just doesn’t care.

If you enjoyed this, and care about the well being of Superman’s cinematic portrayals, check out his rant (full of spoilers) on Man of Steel: