A Few Less Men is a moronically mucky follow-up to an already terrible film

REVIEW: When a funeral plane crashes, three friends must travel from one dead comedic set-up to the next during this so-called comedy, A Few Less Men.

A FEW LESS MEN (MA15+)

Director : Mark Lamprell (Goddess)

Starring: Xavier Samuel, Kris Marshall, Kevin Bishop, Ryan Corr, Lynette Curran.

Rating: {no stars}

Run time: 92 minutes

Dead on arrival, expiring again in transit.

Nobody in their right mind could have wished for a sequel to the awful 2011 Australian comedy A Few Best Men.

Nevertheless, it still comes as a shock to witness how wrong this moronically mucky follow-up gets it from start to finish.

If the original movie was like being trapped in a lift with someone suffering a gaseous complaint, its successor is like being thrown down a lift shaft into an open sewer.

Kevin Bishop, Xavier Samuel and Kris Marshall in a scene from film A Few Less Men. Picture: Supplied

The sub-lowbrow high-jinks on offer appear to have been cobbled together from deleted scenes from any old Inbetweeners, American Pie or Weekend at Bernie’s instalment you’ve long chosen to forget.

Newlywed wet blanket David (Xavier Samuel) must accompany the body of his dead best man Luke (James Helm) back to his native England for burial.

Tagging along for the specially chartered transcontinental flight are David’s dirty-minded dimwit buddies Tom (Kris Marshall) and Graham (Kevin Bishop).

After a decidedly dire opening barrage of gags — this is the kind of the movie that wets itself over the fact the front of a plane is known as the cockpit — the funeral aircraft crash-lands in the WA outback.

Which means the lads have no choice but to lug the cold, dead body of their friend from one cold, dead comedic set up to another.

A Few Less Men scored a shocking 0 out of 5. Picture: Supplied

No matter where the gang find themselves — a dance party in the desert, a tea party with a cross-dressing psychopath, at the front of a trailer shaped by a big gold penis, or in the back of a Kombi van driven by an eighty-year-old nymphomaniac — the laughs are making themselves conspicuously scarce indeed.

On rare occasions, the stench left by a comedy as lamentably life-shortening as this can be sweetened by the notion that at least those up there on the screen were having a good time making such a bad movie.

However, there is no chance of that with A Few Less Men’slead trio of lunkheads. Their lacklustre commitment to rowing across a raging river of wee, poo and naughty-bits gags feels positively contractual, and never remotely convivial.

Originally published as A Few Less Men is a moronically mucky follow-up to an already terrible film