You’d think the shiftless, boozing wastrel Dudley Moore played so memorably back in 1981 would fit Russell Brand as snugly as a pair of leather trousers.
So charmless, alas, is his debauched millionaire playboy that you’d happily see him run over by his personal Batmobile or crushed beneath his electromagnetic hover-bed.
Helen Mirren gives good Gielgud as his sharp-tongued nanny while Greta Gerwig gamely attempts to give Jason Winer’s bland comedy a sliver of mumblecore cool.
Yet they’re merely papering over the cracks in a film wholly reliant on a likeable lead – something man-child Brand proves woefully incapable of supplying this time round.
