Hot Tub Time Machine 2

Man-worship and dated gross-out gags can't elevate the material above the terminally boring. Who knew?

The film's belated sequel has the same director, three-quarters of its lead cast and one-third of its writing team, but in the intervening five years, all seem to have forgotten why the original worked and what it meant.

This is the kind of movie that will make you want to go back in time -- to the moment before you made the rash decision to start watching it.

This is asphyxiate-on-your-own popcorn unfunny, exhaustingly stupid and a waste of twelve quid.

The relentless spitballing yields sporadic snorts, but with women reduced to walk-on titparts between stale knob gags, it absolutely feels like the bromance's final, desperate throbs ...

Pink and company double down on half-hearted culture clash moments, red herrings galore, extra-gratuitous incidents of testicular trauma, and Lou's downright toxic personality.

Consistently funny, but it's something of a minor miracle that the movie doesn't fall apart at the seems.

A waste of time-past and present.

Despite its predictable array of serviceable gross-out gags, the film suppresses its potential comedic output by offering not a single likeable character.

Hot Tub Time Machine 2 is kind of like a hot tub with a short circuit.