Twee, tweedy and populated by the kind of people who think that the name Shepherd’s Bush is a bit risque, this dismal British comedy is about as cinematic as a teatime television sitcom from the 1970s. A group of blokes unified by a love of dominos and a nice pint in their local country pub must band together to save their favourite hostelry from closure. To do so, they decide to put aside their good taste and literary principles and write a Fifty Shades of Grey-style “mummy porn” bonkbuster. The tittering, self-conscious “aren’t we naughty?” tone makes you want to drive a bulldozer straight through the blasted pub and its wretched clientele.
