If you were to strip the enjoyably unhinged Good Luck, Have Fun, Don’t Diedown to its studs, you’d be left with the most cringe-inducing "OK, Boomer" lecture you can imagine. It accuses the world of being hypnotized into catatonia by cell-phone usage, robbed of its dignity by social media, and only interested in Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina because it was made into a Keira Knightley movie. It accuses technology of short-circuiting our critical thinking skills and making bookstores and record stores as antiquated as millinery shops. But Good Luck... is the opposite of stripped down. Once it lays its Boomer cards on the table, it transitions into a full-service, anything-goes dark comedy about the dangers of artificial intelligence that’s crammed with visual inventiveness, narrative left turns, and eccentric characters that may not always blend smoothly, but are enjoyable nonetheless.