This slaphappy
ladsploitation spoof opens with a low-end sort of coup, killing off yer actual
Danny Dyer while revisiting the overworked Rettendon Range Rover murders, but
thereafter offers comedy mostly indistinguishable from the limp business passed
off seriously elsewhere: writer-director-star Nick Nevern is playing to the
home crowd, and regular visits to the Massive Tits Strip Club underline how the
jokes only replay the usual chauvinism. I snickered from sheer recognition at the
first overpopulated ruckus on a tiny footbridge, and there’s a Reg Hollis
cameo, but that probably isn’t enough to merit rescuing it from the 24-hour
garage bargain bin.
The Hooligan Factory opens today in selected cinemas.
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