Confederacy of dunces
MANY Australians will not be familiar with The Inbetweeners, a lively, clever and enjoyably seedy TV Brit- com about a quartet of clueless teenage lads.
It is a show with a rare knack for channelling the pain and embarrassment of those forever unsure if the brain is located in the head or the pants.
Unfortunately, this shoddy movie spin- off is not a good way to be making your acquaintance with the boys from Rudge Park Comprehensive School.
All that is so, so right about the smallscreen version is wronged out of contention by a movie that carries on as if the Carry On movies never happened. Or any of those straight- to- video American Pie sequels.
It becomes quite a sad sight to see the filmmakers lazily yank on the lever marked ‘‘ SSS’’ ( superbad smut) and let the sewage spill where it must.
In this case, it’s the Greek island of Crete, where, quite fittingly, our haplessly horny heroes behave like cretins for the duration of their stay.
The occasional well- earnt laugh can be found. The grotty hovel of a resort where the quartet is based, for instance, would be deemed too realistic for a Saw movie set.
However, too many cheap, unfunny gags keep coming in rapid succession for any forgiveness to kick in. Avoid.
Now showing Village Cinemas