"The Muffin Man" is a "FleckMyLife" production that wishes to be funny but turns out morbid and depressing, the product of an emotional breakdown.
Here, a Muffin Man, a legitimate baker, has his life turned upside down from the slander of some dirty punk. He sobs and arranges his suicide inside his own oven, only to come out as a series of depressed, saddened little muffins.
Now, when I see things like this, I think, "Jesus Christ, someone just died recently (Edward Gould), why do I need to see something like this?" For one thing, there is no punchline, no turnaround for the muffin man, just a breakdown on realizing your brand of baked goods are somehow displeasing to the eye. What the hell? Is this supposed to be humorous? I didn't laugh, hate to say, and while I might consider this to be an example of hazing at work, it doesn't exhibit any level of realism that would sustain that claim.
"The Muffin Man" is not a very good movie, from a technical standpoint or as a composition. Instead, it just comes off as an attempt to produce a diabetic pastry without adding sugar or anything remotely sweet to it. What we get is a product that tastes like paste. The inspiration for "The Muffin Man" warrants a harder attempt, or perhaps drop it entirely. It's just not fun, and its release is one of the worst-timed I have seen this year.