Johnny English

This film amazingly made itself a parody of two parodies, The Pink Panther and Rush Hour, therefore was unbearably predictable.   The dreadful comedy timing changed it from genuinely funny to slapstick and the only people that laughed at this awful slapstick and cheap jokes were the people sitting in the row in front of us who appeared to have come together on the special bus.  Although I did laugh at one scene which involved ball crushing, but I was the only one, perhaps that’s my evil streak.

Put it like this, if this film was a tree and you cut it in half it would have ridiculous written from its edge to its core!

On a more positive note it did take the piss out of blatant sponsorship and product placement, which did make it quite entertaining rather than usual annoying spin it gives to films.   However even the continuity in the product placement was bad as it was throughout the painful 2 or so hours, for your amusement (as you are going to need something to do) look out for the disappearing gun and the amazing way that Johnny English appears to teleport.  Also for the petrolheads out there here’s a little “where’s wally” for you….look out for obvious, but maybe not so intentional, Evo reference.   Yes it was that bad you start noticing such things and reading way too much into them, towards the end even the special bus brigade were not laughing.

However in a massive contradiction to all of the above at the end I turned to my brother and actually said “Well that was awful did you enjoy it? Cos I did!”