New York in the 70's was such a distinct cinematic creature. So distinct that John Carpenter had to wait until 1981 to have Snake Pliskin escape it. The colors, the fashion, the photography and the trash unite so many disparate films. No matter the production designer, you can't help but imagine Taxi Driver, Shaft, Annie Hall and The In-Laws all occurring in the same shared universe. It lends an air of gritty realism to even the wackiest of premises. So much so that when Sheldon and Vince make it down to the fictional island nation of Tijada with its wacky general and singing soldiers, you're already completely on board. It just fits. The real and the absurd butting heads with each other to generate absolute hilarity.