Not exact matches
The three brothers re-teamed for a follow - up (as co-producers and co-screenwriters, with Keenen directing) for the
crass 2006
comedy Little Man, a
kind of Clifford remake that revamps the adult - in - the - child's - body concept.
Each character has their own little quirk that is pretty predictable and highly cliched in a typically rude
crass British
kind of way, nothing wrong with that
of course, you expect it right from the start but its seen in virtually every British
comedy.
Coming at things quite differently from those other two titles, The Bronze isn't an inspiring true story
of tenacity and courage, but rather a repugnant
crass comedy masquerading as the
kind of bold and daring indie character story that Sundance eats up every year.
Instead, it's the
kind of crass comedy where a slimy dance instructor (played by Marlon Wayans) talks about the Bible and his desire to «turn the other cheek,» then walks away so we can see his bare ass.
Rarely does this
kind of broad, sometimes
crass studio
comedy hit its mark so often.