Blackball

Time Out says

British movie comedy? Don't make me laugh. How is it that a nation which prides itself on dapper wit, deft irony and delight in the absurd becomes so constipated when asked to put it all on film? Ali G, The Parole Officer, Bean... Ahh, Bean. Mel Smith, the human beanbag responsible for that lucrative flotsam, returns with a lumpen rags-to-riches tale of Cliff Starkey (Kaye), a sportsman who cashes in on his bad-boy image to become a loudmouth superstar. And at which sport does he excel? Lawn bowls. Stopped laughing yet? What, so soon? That's one joke done with. The other centres on a flabby Vaughn as a pernicious, yakkety agent. The director's main conceit is to mock tradition in the shape of staid crustacean Ray Speight (Cromwell) while sneering at the coarse commercialism of the new. As Starkey's fame and obnoxiousness grow, Smith broadens his attack to take in satellite TV, crude and rampant patriotism, dishonour and ignobility, while schizophrenically celebrating the very same in every other scene. It's messy, but the real problem is: it's not funny.

Author: PW