Addicted to Fresno

Ouch - that was painful.

Misguided and ill-judged are two words that spring to immediately mind.

This was seen at a press screening - not one laugh was heard, not one titter - instead, the unsuppressed shuffling of journalists leaving the cinema...in their droves.

Even the solid cast could not raise this above the grottiest of gutters.

Karey Dornetto's writing is a depraved shambles, failing to cement itself in either slapstick or the absurd - it's just plain noxious - what is funny about consensual sex made out to be a rape? I'm registered sex offender - hysterical, not!

Directorially, it's time Jamie Babbit gave her filmmaking career a well-deserved rest...the film is stuffed full of the gimmicks that film-school drop-outs usually blame for their premature expulsion.

But...her biggest mistake: the inability to recognise a half-decent script. A problem that has persisted throughout her unremarkable career.

Poor Fresno - undeserving of such malignant publicity.

Trailer...