Tag

There are women in the film, but none has anything you could call a personality.

A sweet central premise and a charismatic cast curdle into repetitious overkill and "gay panic" gags.

It's all a bit more sad than what you'd expect from a film with an extended set piece discussing the horrors of punches to the butt. It's a feeling that is unfortunately replicated in the film's cast.

Tag's real downfall comes as it shifts from lacklustre to offensive and insensitive.

Tag makes for a fun and often heartfelt, if somewhat inconsistent, ride.

This one's first half stores enough in its hump to see it through the arid second. But like any man-child terminally sidetracked by interests better left in the playground, it never fulfils its potential.

Despite some funny antics along the way, the viewer feels like an outsider looking in at people who are clearly having more fun than we are watching them.

Tag's a movie that doesn't want to grow up.

A solid source of laughs in a summer that sorely needs them.

Some of the film is so incredibly stupid, it's funny.