These two clowns are almost there. They've almost stumbled, or danced, their way into satire. But it doesn't quite reach anything recognizable as such; instead it lurks at the fringes of self-aware shenanigans. Oh, wrap yourself in irony, fellas; cut to the lady in the crowd with the unsmiling face like a dried riverbed and let that stand in place of you two having to either definitively poke fun at stereotyping by taking it to a ridiculous level or just participate winkingly. Either you're hipsters or you're Joseph Heller.

Heller never wore pants that tiny. Just saying.