“The jokes come crude, fast and in a language the target audience will understand” says The Guardian‘s Steve Rose, hilariously, of Ben Palmer’s The Inbetweeners Movie, in which the eponymous foursome leave England and the television comedy series format for Malia, Crete and the big screen. The film feels half-baked, poorly produced (the sound production is genuinely dreadful, with laughably quiet dialogue-in-a-club scenes and a general and pervading chasm of ambient noise which makes one feel acutely uncomfortable) and hopelessly formulaic: it is the end result of the TV series being fed into the archetypal “Brits abroad” comedy spaghetti machine. Which would all be forgivable if the film were any funnier, which it isn’t, and struggles to maintain dramatic momentum over a tedious 97 minutes better spent wondering why Simon is seen to conspicuously read Howard Jacobson’s The Finkler Question in one scene.
