I have never in my life seen so many socially inept, temporally frozen, porn-moustachioed, 80s mulleted, self-aggrandised bunch of mutherfuckers than I saw on King of Kong last night. It should have been called "The Land that Time Forgot For Good Reason Do Not Enter No Really We Mean It We're Not Joking This Is Your Last Warning No No No No You Have No Idea What You're About To Do." They should have had a small flashing banner at the bottom of the screen that said "the current year is 2007, it is just the inhabitants that are stuck in 1986." That would have made the movie less confusing for me.
I enjoyed it, though. But man, no one really came off looking good in it. Billy Mitchell and Brian Kuh both come off as as giant asses, with the former playing the role of lickspittle perfectly. Everyone else lived their lives overstating the importance (ha!) of their pasttime and accomplishments with comical hyperbole. Wiebe looked like he was a bastion of normalcy in the movie, and even his parent said they thought he could may been slightly autistic.
Would watch again.
Oh, and even though I'm yet to play any of the Mass Effects, that wasn't cool, Omi.