Urgh.
As with
most Australian films, I wanted to like this, I really did. But alas, even a
great cast including Steven Curry, Brendan Cowell and Damon Gameau, it’s a dud.
It’s about an amateur suburban cricket team who go on tour in India (you’re seeing a problem already, aren’t
you?) and predictable Delhi
belly ‘humour’ ensues. To be fair, there’s much more to the story than that but
it’s just not very… interesting. There was only two other people in the cinema
and they laughed a bit more than me but the woman in the pair ceased to be a
credible witness when she cackled at a lame ‘sharting’ joke. One moment where I
laughed out loud was when someone did some good old fashioned slapstick and
face-planted some chairs but I suspect that says more about me than the film.
Actually, the name ‘Marcus Cobbledick’ in the titles at the end made me smile
so yes, it’s definitely me.
Maybe I’d
have liked this more if I liked cricket but anything would have helped really.