Review by Spleen

A young Jew, who was confused enough about what kind of person he was already, discovers that he is in fact the result of artificial insemination, and that his biological father is a Yorkshire pig farmer. So of course he has to agonise about things, and so do one or two other people. Now that I come to think of it, so does everybody.

It's a comedy and I didn't get any of the jokes. -Oh, I UNDERSTOOD the jokes, well enough - it's not as if they rely on the more obscure aspects of Jewish theology or culture. (Maybe some of them did. These would have been the jokes I didn't understand; indeed, didn't even notice.) I admit that there was this one guy in the cinema who chuckled every so often and he seemed to disprove my theory that one must actually be a Jew in order to find this film amusing. He didn't LOOK Jewish.

That's about the kind of joke you can expect.

If you don't find any of it funny enough to actually laugh at, and to be frank I don't see how you could, there's still something endearing about the oddness of it all. I never worked out if I was meant to be laughing at the central character's angst or angsting along with him. I did neither: but I found myself liking him all the same.