“Full disclosure: like many who hobby as a film critic, I have aspirations toward film production, and I’ve written more than my fair share of half-assed comedic screenplays. About five years ago I cranked out a response of sorts to the death of my grandmother, a darkly comic network-narrative farce about a dysfunctional family coming together to bicker at a funeral. One major plotline revolves around one of the attendees having accidentally ingested copious amounts of drugs prior to arriving, which by some embarrassing coincidence of parallel thought is also a major narrative strand in Frank Oz’s similarly conceived new film Death at a Funeral.
With that said, I would be mortified to discover that someone had ripped me off and made this film out of it. An ill-timed fart of alleged comedy featuring a cast of recognizable British and American character actors, Death is a haphazard marriage of old-fashioned farce and early-21st-century levels of cynical post-humor, with mannered performances and precisely choreographed comic beats.”
Click here to read the rest of Brendon Bouzard’s review of Death at a Funeral.