Funny how a country renowned for its sense of humour has made such a chimp's fist of translating its bankable comedy talents to the big screen. Lenny Henry's Hollywood jaunt crunched into a lamppost with one-shit-blunder True Identity, Lee Evans went and straitjacketed himself into slapstick spazzo cameos, and as for the ghastly shite that was Guest House Paradiso? Don't start. So it's with a splutter of relief that Harry Enfield's first effort gets it right and grabs the laughs.
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