In Klown, Danish TV comedians Casper Christensen and Frank Hvam join the ranks of Sacha Baron Cohen and the Jackass mob by turning their antics into a semi-improvised comedy about the vulgar and sometimes very funny antics of confused men behaving like witless boys.
Married Casper is planning on a weekend at a brothel and wants to bring uptight Frank along. But Frank, to score points with his pregnant sweetheart, drags along her pudgy nephew, which you would think would curtail Casper’s coarsest and most explicit plans — but, then, of course, you’d be thinking, which is something that people in comedy of this stripe don’t often do.
There are real laughs in the film, yes, and enough sex and scatology to make anyone in the Apatow-verse blush. It isn’t art, it’s will-o-the-wisp thin, but it might well make you squirt your soda through your nose and all over your couch. And as there seem to be a number of people willing to pay good money for that sensation, there’s glory for you!
Sunday, December 30, 2012
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