“This will wipe the smile off your face!” cackles Harry Hill’s evil twin (Matt Lucas) in a throwaway vehicle for the bespectacled comedian that spends 88 surreally unfunny minutes doing precisely that.
Awash with silliness – gun-toting chickens, performing Dachshunds, Jim Broadbent in charlady drag – yet weirdly bereft of mirth, it’s a rag-bag of skits, parodies and half-hearted gross-out whose plot – Harry heads to Blackpool to save his hamster – is barely that.
Director Steve Bendelack previously gave us
Mr Bean’s Holiday
The League Of Gentlemen’s Apocalypse
. Like those films, this is another TV-to-cinema leap where bigger really doesn’t mean better.