Dazza has a passion for barbequing. He accidentally gives his neighbours food poisoning. To make amends he seeks tutelage from the tyrannical Scottish chef and together they enter an international barbecue competition.
Jacobson may be the best thing about the director and co-writer Stephen Amis' The BBQ, though that is not the same as saying he comes even remotely close to saving it.
There is more character development in this movie than in some I could name that have received multiple Oscar nominations. It made me laugh a lot, too.
Despite its low-budget trappings, the talented cast do a great job in giving a genuine sense of compassion to their characters, delivering an uncynical rendering of the typical projected Australian image.
Stephen Amis' broad farce lands a few gentle barbs at modern Australian society but this likably silly romp, a sort of celebration of 'Dad Joke' humour, feels most at ease when it's just having a bit of a laugh.
Now, where to begin with how bad this film is? In the interests of brevity, most of the film's woes stem from one main problem: it has no frigging idea what it is trying to do.
