First conceived for Irish radio and then as a series of books, the misadventures of feisty Dublin matriarch Agnes Brown transitioned seamlessly from stage to small screen.
Now, Agnes and her dysfunctional kin stampede the big screen under the direction of Ben Kellett. ‘Mrs Brown’s Boys D’Movie’ opens with a fire safety announcement from the eponymous matriarch “in case we have to ejaculate de building”. This sets the crude tone for the next 94 minutes.
Punchlines are depressingly predictable and subscribe to the mantra: if it isn’t funny on the page, add some profanities. Spike Lee and Quentin Tarantino would probably doff their baseball caps to this slurry of gratuitous expletives, repeated uses of cuss words for laughs becomes wearying. Aside from the large-scale musical numbers that bookmark the haphazard narrative and a pointlessly protracted chase sequence, the film has no obvious cinematic ambitions.
Like its small screen counterpart, ‘Mrs Brown’s Boys D’Movie’ doesn’t edit out gaffes and revels in moments when the cast corpse one another. If only we were so easily amused.