Two arty, smart-ass twentysomethings start recording the wildly abusive arguments of their bitter, drunk neighbors, and the resulting tapes become a perverse, underground sensation. It's a rather silly, trivial story, so this low-budget documentary inevitably doesn't offer much food for thought. Still, it's an entertaining film that is over fast enough to avoid becoming a chore. It could have been even shorter, though -- tangents into other found-audio snickers such as the Tube Bar prank calls and Orson Welles' frozen-peas commercial seem indulgent and unnecessary. But you won't want to miss the landmark moment when the woozy, elderly Peter repeats his signature catchphrase on camera -- for fans of these tapes, it's like hearing a lost recording of the Gettysburg Address.