THIS movie inflates a British TV comedy series into a feature movie.  Many people like it.  I understand why.  But popularity is no unassailable measurement of quality.

Four gormless British teenagers go to a Greek island to celebrate finishing secondary school. In Australia this rite of passage has its own vernacular name and culture.

Both TV series and film are the brainchild of Iain Morris and Damon Beesley (co-wrote, co-produced) and Ben Palmer (co-produced, directed). The film may look like the dumbest you’ve ever has the misfortune to see. In fact, creating something so intentionally bad needs clever minds.

The dialogue and plot situations rely on a flow, nay, a flood, of weak jokes – language, anatomical, excretory – that show no concern for credibility or discernment.

The four lads have no redeeming features, which explains why their expectations of a fortnight of sexual excess have no chance of fulfillment.

Had it been otherwise, the film would have been rated XXX.

The girls, on the other hand, are joyously-flawed paradigms of humanity, understanding and accepting the complexity of casual relationships and their right to satisfy sexuality on their terms.

I liked them and regret girls had been less so when I was fresh out of school.

At Dendy, Hoyts, Limelight