Oscar works in the office of a firm where former crims Dan, Billy and Thor put plastic scrap into one end of a machine that spits it out as kitsch little Christmas trees. After a night of drinking, they chip in to buy a pools ticket that comes up trumps.

Jo Nesbo’s story borrows a lot from American splatter movies. Blood flows copiously throughout “Jackpot”. The four go to a strip-joint/tavern to buy more booze to celebrate the win. Somebody cuts loose with an Uzi and the body count rises. The cops pull Oscar from under the dead body of a massive black stripper and try to fit him up for the massacre.

Magnus Martens’s film pays homage to directors such as Tobe Hooper or Quentin Tarentino, overlaid with flavours of the Three Stooges. Among all that gore, it’s more silly than funny without making us wonder or care who will be standing at the end.

At Greater Union