Frank Oz's latest film—the British-based comedy of embarrassment Death at a Funeral—proves you can spell funeral without "fun." Certainly, Oz has the comedy chops, and he has a number of proven perfomers flop-sweating through key roles, so there's no doubt about it: the undercooked script deserves the brunt of the blame. When it comes to farce, "watchable" just isn't good enough.
Clunky exposition establishes all the stock characters you'd expect from a dysfunctional family clan—principally a fusty good son (Matthew Macfadyen) tired of living in the shadow of his gadabout brother (Rupert Graves). At their father's funeral, a mysterious guest (Peter Dinklage) reveals a game-changing secret about dear old dad, and the fiancé (Alan Tudyk) of the boys' cousin (Daisy Donovan) causes havoc after accidentally ingesting a hallucinogen.
Hijinks predictably ensue, but since the characters are uniformly unpleasant (and hardly any more credible in their actions and reactions), and Dean Craig's script is notably lacking in laugh lines, most of Death at a Funeral isn't terribly funny. Matters improve when the farce belatedly kicks in, but the film's sole comedic kicker is shamefully spoiled in the trailer.
Venal characters aren't a dealbreaker if one commits to following where they lead, but Craig too often pulls his punches, or swan-dives to a low joke (poo on the hand, anyone?) instead of getting his own hands dirty. As for the cast, Macfadyen's too bland and sodden to be the eye of a farcical storm, Graves betrays little knack for comedy, Dinklage is wasted, and Peter Vaughan is thoroughly embarrased as old Uncle Alfie.
Alan Tudyk (soon to be seen in 3:10 to Yuma) fares best: being stoned and naked for most of a picture is obviously liberating. It also looks like quite a bit more fun than watching Death at a Funeral.
[For Groucho's interview with Frank Oz, click here.]