As divisive as they are, I really enjoyed Jim Hosking’s The Greasy Strangler and An Evening with Beverly Luff Linn, so I was committed to seeing whatever off-kilter nonsense Hosking had cooked up with Ebony and Ivory. Woo, boy, is this some nonsense. It’s not so much a plotted movie as it is a collection of conversational anti-comedy skits, and despite a few quick-hitter moments that came ever-so-close to winning me over, they eventually undermine themselves for going on way too long. One almost needs to see it to believe how dumb and outlandish it is, but also, please don’t do that to yourself.