Maybe if you're actually in Year 1, this Harold Ramis-directed fizzer (for shame, Mr Groundhog Day!) might do the funny-bone trick. That possibility aside, Year One is a sketch-format cave-man comedy built, if that is remotely the word, around the professionally rotund Black's nose-thumbing chutzpah and his beefsteak-stringbean marriage of opposites with pantywaist Cera (Juno). The forbearing pair are hunter Zed (Black) and gatherer Oh (Cera) who, after Zed screws up, take off from their Palaeolithic village into a soup of scrambled ancient history, culminating in a trip to, har har, Sodom.

The through gag-as opposed to the killing boom-tish one-liners-is the juxtaposing of in-thing bozo-speak ("Yeah, I should go be a slave") with Biblical-lite Carry On behaviour. Nothing much works, everybody suffers and even for the lowest common denominator, this infantile garbage plumbs new cheap and tacky depths. There may be a place for it far, far away, but who wants to shell out their dollars to go there?

By Andiee Paviour