THIS is the epitome of “First World problems” – but the past four months have been a relentless juggernaut of wonderful films in the run-up to the Oscars.
They almost cancel each other out and I’ve been left craving a proper popcorn movie that is so hilariously bad you spend most of the time wondering how it ever made it to the big screen.
Thank God, then, for Serenity, which had me almost bent double, tears streaming down my face in incredulity and laughter.
It is not a comedy. Fair play to Matthew McConaughey, who gives it the full treatment, randomly screaming then talking like he’s in a Marlboro advert.
Anne Hathaway, who usually chooses her roles so carefully, is a perplexing addition to the cast.
She plays this like an episode of Prisoner: Cell Block H. McConaughey is Baker Dill, a fishing boat captain with a fixation on a giant tuna called Justice. (Strap yourselves in, folks.)
His ex-wife Karen (Hathaway) asks him to save her and their young son from her abusive new husband (Jason Clarke) by chucking him off his boat.
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Then it gets proper daft. To tell you any more would be to spoil the jaw-dropping twist that takes this film up (or down) to a whole new level. It contains such amazing lines as: “Whenever I’m around fisherman, I wish I had bigger hands.”
I can’t recommend this film at all – or recommend it highly enough.
Wonderfully awful.