Good Boys is not a studio comedy to underestimate. Gene Stupnitsky and Lee Eisenberg evoke all the explorative awkwardness of being foolishly young once again, like being aroused by big-breasted computerized orcs or enacting pre-developed “stupidity” as a means of avoiding scold without sacrificing storytelling depth. Rock of Ages middle school numbers, police run-ins, fuckboys getting paintballed in the nards: Good Boys has it all and is home before dinnertime at a brisk 90 minutes. It’s an unbelievable road trip descent into challenged friendships that’ll soothe your soul and tickle your funny bone twenty times over. If children are our future, I hope Good Boys is subsequently the future of conscious but dynamically chaotic hilarity.