Run for Your Wife

This is good old fashioned 'Carry On' style humour. Yes, it's predictable and cheesy but just take it for what it is and enjoy

Alright, if you've seen in my prior reviews, I took a look at Keith Lemon: The Film, and my thoughts on it are not pretty at all especially when it came to celebrity cameos that had no purpose in the non-existent plot.

Now, we come across Run for Your Wife, which is based on a West End show of the same name. It stars Danny Dyer, who's appeared in other films and television shows, and i'm not a fan of him at all mainly for the fact he's quite annoying. The main female protagonists are played by the late Sarah Harding and TV presenter Denise Van Outen. This was meant to be the big break for both, and of course, it wasn't.

I don't know how faithful or unfaithful this movie is to the original stage play, but if it was either, then I wouldn't know. The celebrity cameos are obnoxious and although it was done for charity it is still way too much - 141 in all! Even Keith Lemon: The Film had way less celebrity cameos than this film did (as much as they were as bad as this was). This film also adds to the many terrible projects Denise Van Outen has starred in over the years (Something for the Weekend, anyone? And no, not the BBC show from 2006-2012, a Channel 4 series from 1999).

I could say that the only good thing is that the film doesn't have disgusting sexual jokes due to it's 12 rating, unlike Keith Lemon. And at least the characters aren't one-dimensional on sexual stuff. But it doesn't mean anyone is likeable.

Aside from the celebrity cameos, there's nothing else to write home about. I wouldn't even say it's a "So Bad, it's Good" kind of thing, either. It's best left aside and although it gets my lowest 1/10 score, it's still no Keith Lemon: The Film.

I was lucky, or should i say unlucky enough to attend the premiere of this film. And after about 10 minutes it was clear to me that what was in front of me was nothing better than a high school film project. Every aspect of this film was appalling. The screenplay was horrific, containing the most crude and unfunny jokes imaginable. The acting was as bad; poor Danny Dyer did the best he could considering what he had to work with but the two wives, Sarah Harding and Denise Van Outen took acting to a new low. Ray Cooney's directional ineptitude was also clearly apparent however good a stage writer he may claim to be.

The 90 minutes I had to spend watching this was truly the most tiresome experience I have ever had in a cinema. The hocus pocus plot I'm sure drove most of the audience round the bend and I felt a great deal better when the credits started to role. Everyone who had anything to do with this film must be regretting being a part of this project. It seems that the only point of this film was to give has beens of British film and television a few seconds of screen time.

It is no surprise Run for your Wife took a grand total of £602 in its first week and is being heralded as the worst film of the year.

So bad that it's actually funny! Why didn't they think to stop producing after the first scene? Or even at the planning stage? Plot is very bad and I am surprised it even made the money it did. Danny Dyer wasn't bad but everyone else didn't suit their roles.

For me it has to be one of the worst film this century. Even the many guest cameo's couldn't save this from being terrible. If you get the chance to watch it though, you can't say no, more people need to know about this farce of a film. I hope it wins awards for being so poor.

Give it a re-brand with reviews like "So bad it will make you laugh" and this could be the next big thing.

Ray Cooney,s plays are expertly written for the stage and not for the cinema, when you watch works of his such as Wife begins at forty, Not now comrade and Not now darling which were filmed as if it was on a stage and they worked very well sadly this one wasn,t, the theatrical performance was brilliant but this one does fail, it,s not too bad but it does fail to show the genius of Ray Cooney.