"Get Him To The Greek" Review

Russell Brand is the annoying twat from Forgetting Sarah Marshall again and Jonah Hill plays a variation of the same fat guy he plays in everything in Get Him To The Greek, an overpraised comedy that was only worth it because I snuck in after seeing Splice.

The premise - get Brand's wanker from London to L.A. in three days - occasionally pays off with wild party scenes and some of the more eclectic cameos you see in a comedy (hint: a Nobel Prize-winning economist and a douchebag drummer appear as themselves), but the hints at depth that have effed-up recent Judd Apatow films (he produced this) don't add up to squat. No one really changes, so it's all a damp squib.

When it's funny - Sean "Puff Daddy/Puffy/P. Diddy/Diddy/that jerk who used that Police song to rap about Biggie/Poofy Dad" Combs just KILLS IT in every scene and will be the subject of a YouTube clip reel - it's hilarious, but it's too uneven and the ending is just weird.

Score: 4/10. Catch it on cable. Or sneak in after seeing something better you paid for.

Observation: Elisabeth Moss is actually passably cute here without her disfiguring bangs from Mad Men.