The comedy film tells the story of four guys trying to save their local pub from closing down. They plan to make that, as they decide to write a check lit. Soon after, they discover that the novel gets picked up and the only problem is that the publisher sees that the young woman 'author' does press and publicity.
The tittering, self-conscious "aren't we naughty?" tone makes you want to drive a bulldozer straight through the blasted pub and its wretched clientele.
The comedy amounts to a succession of duff innuendos, often lost in the erratic sound mix, occasionally botched altogether by supporting players apparently sourced from Britten's bridge club.
A resistible chauvinism colours the jokes about female reading habits and, even though the middle-class gents have the tables turned on them, this always feels a touch parochial and smug.
