So I went to see The Inbetweeners Movie yesterday. I suppose the decision was spurred by being back in Glasgow and in the mood for something quite British, and I thought it might be funny. I’m not a huge fan of the tv series..but there is something very likable about the 4 schoolboys and their cringe-worthy antics.
We re-join the lads where the final series left off- they are leaving school and each other. Bona fide nerd and narrator of the series/film Will (Simon Bird)
tries to convince his dad (cameo from Antony Head) that he is a normal teenager, capable of doing normal things in his summer holidays with his normal friends. To prove this, he departs on a trashy holiday to Crete with Simon (depressed after being dumped by his long-time series crush turned girlfriend, Carli), Neil (the stupid one) and Jay (the sex-obsessed one).
Left to Right: Will, Simon, Jay and Neil.
‘Two weeks of sun, sea, booze, minge, fanny and sex!’ inevitably makes for disastrous/hilarious(?) drunk situational comedy. In a setting that could be taken out of The Only Way is Essex, the boys dive into the cheap shots hoping to get lucky. Watching spotty youths drink their weight in alcohol, slurring, losing their balance , chatting up birds like a drink responsibly ad and then violently throwing up on themselves is almost a guide-book for 2011 freshers. This matches the lessons in budgeting, drugs and how to make friends (and keep them) that the rest of the film teaches.
Despite the somewhat sick-making sequences and poo-gags, the characters and situations are embarrassingly realistic and come as a welcome change to the perfect preppy frat-pack jokes we’ve been force-fed in so many US teen high school movies.
Although the tv-turned-film genre gets a poor rep, The Inbetweeners Movie manages it well, carrying what we love about the series into a film, without the Sex And The City we-must-know-what-happens-next conclusions. Film gives us a chance to see more of the characters, in what feels like an extra long episode.
Minor grievances such as clumsy directing and shoddy acting from a young cast are masked by the natural awkwardness that we expect, creating a film that fans will love.
The cinema reeked of BO, lynx and impulse. Girls in poorly applied, smudgy make-up and guys with too much hair gel filled every seat of the sold out theatre.
I could see clammy hand holding and wet kisses and faked yawns. There were laughs and snorts and mass hysteria…..and no one left until the end of the credits. I think they loved it. I didn’t. But I’m not 15.