Review: The Festival

The Festival
Cert: 15 / 98 mins / Dir. Iain Morris / Trailer



Everything one would expect from a comedy with the same 'A-level results are in so the kids will want to go out and celebrate and/or commiserate quick let's make a cheap thing from off of the telly' release-window as The Inbetweeners…



…and which wants to let you know it's from the producers of The Inbetweeners…



…and which stars one of The Inbetweeners.


(Albeit the one who didn't move on to misguided BBC sitcoms, dreadful ITV sitcoms or excruciating adverts for the Post Office. Did I mention that I'm a massive comedy-snob?)

For the record, I enjoyed The Inbetweeners. When it was in its natural habitat of television. The Festival is essentially an hour and a half of exaggerated embarrassment and one-note dick jokes, some of which *do* work but only due to a combination of volume, frequency and the law of averages. The best part of this is probably Noel Fielding and the whole DJ Hammerhead sequence at the end, but even by the 80 minute mark the film hasn't earned it.

By no means the best comedy I've seen this year, but frankly not the worst either…

Well, have a guess.



It's like being trapped in a lift with the commissioning editor for comedy programmes on BBC3 while they recount all the ideas they didn't let through…



Wait until it's on telly.



It's not.



That's possible.



There isn't.



Level 2: Nick Frost and Tony Way are in this, both of whom were in Spaced with Simon 'Plutt' Pegg.







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