Next Day Air

You have to be good—Tarantino good—to pull off a hyper violent movie where none of the characters are likeable and the humor derives from the depths of their incompetence and stupidity.
Benny Boom, the director of Next Day Air, is not that good.
His movie focuses on Leo (Donald Faison),  a stoner express mail carrier who inadvertently delivers a package containing 12 kilos of cocaine to a pair of bumbling low-rent criminals (actually, there’s three low-rent criminals; but the third sleeps through the whole ordeal.) The criminals—played by the fitfully amusing Mike Epps and Wood Harris—think they’ve hit the jackpot, and immediately try to sell the stuff to Epps’ drug dealing cousin (sexy Omari Hardwick, the closest thing the movie has to a hero). Of course, the kingpin who sent the coke will be coming after them, joined by the hen-pecked middle man (Cisco Reyes) who was supposed to receive the package, and Leo, who is blissfully unaware of his mistake (or anything else for that matter). Mos Def briefly appears as a larcenous Next Day Air employee—he has the good sense to exit the proceedings quickly.
Boom is clearly going for a Pulp Fiction/Reservoir Dog style mood—action so fast paced and violence so shockingly sudden that we have no choice but to laugh at the absurdity of it all. But Next Day Air ends up being more depressing than exhilarating.