The Goods: Live Hard. Sell Hard.

Sometimes this kind of comedy just goes too far into rubbishness to make it back.

A throng of outrageous supporting characters do little to salvage this stalled effort.

It isn't merely bad, it makes you want to clamp your hands to either side of your face and do an impersonation of The Scream.

This film is so crass and so lowbrow its hairline is level with the carpet underlay. And yet, and yet, I must hang my head and confess I did laugh a fair bit.

They look as if they could provide more laughs but are defeated by bovine gags retrieved from a trashcan full of out-takes.

The unfunny attempts to be wacky and distasteful are just so ineffective, so agonizingly flat that the whole runtime becomes a waiting game for the end credits.

It outstays its welcome even before it starts.

The Goods isn't trying for much but what it is trying for it more or less succeeds at. That doesn't make it a particularly good movie; in fact it pretty much ensures that it can't be one.