About an hour in, Andrew let off an eye-watering, sulphorous, I-had-five-pints-of-Guinness-yesterday-andI'm-not-even-sorry fart. And it was far more enjoyable than the film.
Okay, it was me who farted. It was still a less embarrassing public performance than that of... oh, anyone involved in the making of this truly awful remake. Avoid it (and perhaps me) at all costs.