“I hate films where people talk to camera!” misfit Jack (Jamie Blackley) talks-to-camera in an opening monologue that sets the self-referential tone for Justin Edgar’s comedy.

What follows continues in the same vein as this feckless bank clerk and his two ineffectual pals embark on a wild night in Birmingham to only marginally amusing effect.

The Thatcher-era detail is the only fresh element in a film that otherwise sticks to the template. Mohawked rich kid Chunks (Sean Teale) is alone in leaving an impression, though only by being the most o🍬bnoxious one.