In itself this film was potentially a cracking Euro crime romp - it had all the ingredients, and even a gratifyingly twisty plot - but oh, the so-called humour.

There's been plenty of great American humour on offer over the decades, in both film and on TV, so this is not meant to be anti-American; but I'd call this particular variant negative humour - it annoys me so much that I find it far less funny than something that's not even supposed to be funny.

It's that certain kind of dim-witted, self-absorbed, bumbling, motor-mouthing drivel that often entails two people spending half their time talking over each other or someone else, while showing only tangential interest in what's going on around them or what others are actually saying - even when their very lives are at risk, as in this case.

Not only is it extremely aggravating; it feels utterly phony and forced. Mercifully, never have I witnessed anyone behaving in real life in the way these two did. It only ever happens when certain kinds of writers get together with certain kinds of actors - truly a marriage made in hell, and, for me at least, the certain ruination of any film or TV show.

But OK, perhaps it was my own fault: what exactly was I expecting from Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston - Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn?

(At least one of those stars is for the scenery.)