A curious tale that begins well then flails, was there a point, or a meaning, any wind in its sails, mental health, ignorance, belittling or cold shoulder, whatever it was left an empty beholder.

A group of mostly dislikeable people who consider themselves friends reunite to celebrate Pete's birthday, but poor old Pete struggles to gel with these friends of old and instead of getting kaylied as most people in his position would he develops a sense of paranoia and extreme misinterpretation that accelerates as fast as a cheese wheel rolling down a hill and, in the end, crumbles and disintegrates into an unrewarding platter, full of holes, with an odious and dissatisfying pong.

The only thing this flick manages well is the sense of foreboding but it never leads to any kind of payoff. A bunch of college friends reunite after nearly a decade to celebrate Pete's 31st birthday. There is one comedy moment and that is during the titles at the beginning. When Pete arrives at the venue he's all alone. Then it turns out that when his friends all arrive they've been out drinking without him and they've brought some guy from the pub home with them. From this moment on Pete sees all his friends turn away from him and toward this random guy. There are loose ends like why does Pete have memories that nobody else has, like having the nick-name Skippy.

Like a 2 hour long Monty Python skit if it was set in 202x and designed to give you a bad acid trip. Making fun of the English by the English for being English is a time honored tradition but in this movie it's kind of the same gag over and over. The roast bit is funny though. Lots and lots of "thunk-thunk-thunk" eurotrash music in the background if that's your thing. In the end it winds up being remarkably relatable imo. Even though the guy cast as us is a total wanker.