Waiting

You have to hand it to the makers of Waiting.

They've come up with a one word title which manages to encapsulate the theme of the film and contains at least four implied meanings, although I'm guessing they only intended the first two.

Number one is the actual job the characters perform. They're waiters at the Shenanigans theme restaurant, somewhere in an anonymous American city suburb.

They're also waiting for something to happen for their life to begin and a chance to get out of their dead-end jobs.

But the title also refers to the audience, who are left waiting for someone to say something even remotely funny and in consequence, waiting for the film to be over so they can run outside and scream in frustration at just having wasted their hard-earned money on such a steaming heap of rubbish.

Waiting desperately wants to be a grown up version of a teen grossout movie, packed with witty lines that'll enter into popular culture.

It wants to be Kevin Smith's Clerks, transferred from a convenience store to a theme restaurant. Unfortunately, writer-director Rob McKittrick forgot to include one genuinely laugh out loud line in his script, so what we're left with is a cast of super-annuated teenage stereotypes delivering one buttock-clenchingly unfunny observation after another to stunned silence in the cinema auditorium.

The film follows Monty, 25 years old and still happy to be living like a teenager, through the course of one day as he's given the task of inducting a new recruit into the ways of waiting. This mainly involves explaining "the game" a tiresome penis joke that'll have you yelling for him to shut up.

Waiting is a fine example of how us Brits and the Americans can share a common language yet have a totally different sense of humour.