Year One is one of those “take a dump” comedies that’s so popular in Hollywood these days—you know, where they just “take” some funny actors and “dump” them into a craaazy situation and have them play themselves. Get it? For instance, here Jack Black and Michael Cera are “dumped” into caveman times, and then Hollywood “takes” your money. Get it? Do you get it? Oh, and it’s also like Harold Ramis literally took a dump. And then made you look at it for two hours. That’s the other meaning. Double meaning!

Sooooo aaaaanyway, Year One is not as bad as I expected, and here is why: (1) I am not sick of Michael Cera yet. (2) I also recently watched both Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian AND Land of the Lost, and even Harold Ramis’s poo-corn looks like sparkling golden nuggets of entertainment by comparison. (3) There is no three.

Black and Cera play two dirty cavemen who live in a forest with a bunch of other dirty cavemen. About 10 minutes in, though, having exhausted all possible caveman jokes (hunters vs. gatherers, female armpit hair, eating poo), it decides to be about the Bible. The entire Bible. All at once. Now, I’M NO BIBLICAL SCHOLAR (I know what you’re thinking—say what?!), and clearly—nothing has ever been more clear—one should not waste time trying to parse the internal logic of Year One. However, I’m pretty sure that Cain, Abel, Abraham, Isaac, Lilith, the peoples of Sodom and Gomorrah, Roman centurions, whoever invented the wheel, and, oh, FUCKING CAVEMEN were not all palling around together at any point in human history. And I’m double pretty sure that it wasn’t in year fucking one.

I think laughed once—when David Cross (as Cain) says, “You know what’s the best part about Sodom? The sodomy.” That’s the top of the heap, people. The top.