Two teenage boys are home alone on a Sunday afternoon, with cola, chips, and videogames helping them battle the tedium of being 14. Of course, they've also pestered mom to leave them with a few hundred pesos—this film's set in ultra-urban Mexico, where the boys are sequestered in a high-rise apartment—and they order pizza.

And that's when Duck Season's real fun begins. The pizza delivery guy and the boys squabble over the delivery guy's arrival time—that pizza's free if he didn't get it to #803 in 30 minutes. There's a standoff. Then a challenge to duke it out in videogame soccer, but the power blows during the final round. And as the pizza gets cold, an adorable teenage girl from down the hall takes over the boys' kitchen to bake a cake.

Throughout the day, one of the boys makes out with the girl, the pizza guy and the other boy spar, the pizza guy takes a bubble bath, one boy confesses his fantasies, both boys check out a pornographic comic, they all do headstands, one boy bitches about divorce, and they make a mess of the apartment. And did I mention that somewhere along the way, an ugly painting of ducks and a batch of pot brownies fall into the mix?

Worried I gave too much away? Don't. Duck Season isn't about the plot—in fact, there really isn't one at all. Rather, it's a jumble of bizarre, mundane vignettes with quirkily normal characters—and it will absolutely suck you in. It's sweet and simple—the perfect film for a Sunday afternoon.