This film collapses into a schizoid orgy of fruitless navel-gazing. A writing veteran of such beloved cult series as Blackadder, The Young Ones, and Mr. Bean, Ben Elton scores early laughs at the expense of the Trainspotting-derived school of sordid shock, but otherwise his satirical aim is shockingly off. His screenplay veers clumsily from slapstick to scatology to sentimentality and back again, while his stiff visual sensibility betrays his background in television. Rowan Atkinson and Emma Thompson turn in distractingly showy cameos, while Laurie flounders in a charming-cad role better suited to Hugh Grant. The worst film ever made?
TINTIN Quarantino.
TINTIN Quarantino.