Nothing like the boozy, comedy fusion of The Office and The Full Monty some half-cut lads mag reviews would have you believe.
Instead, once you get past the choppy attention-seeking visuals and lapses into a sixth former's idea of what constitutes street cred dialogue, Chris Cooke's debut is more akin to a seedy Glengarry Glen Ross.
An unlikely group comprising wannabe businessman Jimmy (Greg Chisholm), retired property dealer Richard (a portly and excellent Hywell Bennett), slacker cabbie Mark (Mark Davenport) and bitter alcoholic salesman Paul (Rupert Proctor) forms during a rehab course for drink drivers and frequently adjourns to the nicotine-stained bonhomie of a local pub.
It's mostly Jimmy's story and he's desperate to prove himself, egged on by cynical Paul to tap their rich new pal Richard for help.
Pub life here looks far grubbier than it did in the superior Last Orders and these characters are neither quirky nor likable; they're largely irredeemable pub bores, bigging themselves up to offset their shortcomings.
Yet while this capsizes any chance of a chuckle-fest, it does nevertheless serve to imbue events with a bleak, queasy humour.
Instead, once you get past the choppy attention-seeking visuals and lapses into a sixth former's idea of what constitutes street cred dialogue, Chris Cooke's debut is more akin to a seedy Glengarry Glen Ross.
An unlikely group comprising wannabe businessman Jimmy (Greg Chisholm), retired property dealer Richard (a portly and excellent Hywell Bennett), slacker cabbie Mark (Mark Davenport) and bitter alcoholic salesman Paul (Rupert Proctor) forms during a rehab course for drink drivers and frequently adjourns to the nicotine-stained bonhomie of a local pub.
It's mostly Jimmy's story and he's desperate to prove himself, egged on by cynical Paul to tap their rich new pal Richard for help.
Pub life here looks far grubbier than it did in the superior Last Orders and these characters are neither quirky nor likable; they're largely irredeemable pub bores, bigging themselves up to offset their shortcomings.
Yet while this capsizes any chance of a chuckle-fest, it does nevertheless serve to imbue events with a bleak, queasy humour.