Macgruber

A Saturday Night Live spin-off with no-brow aspirations and an armoury of McGyver references, MacGruber is awfully clever about being awfully dumb. The plot - if you really want to know - sees the lone wolf DIY military specialist of the title (Will Forte) lock horns with lifelong foe Dieter Von Cunth (Val Kilmer), a nefarious super-villain with a hijacked nuclear weapon and an evil scheme.
A couple of sight gags later and our hero finds himself in a crack team that includes Kristen Wiig (always funny) and Ryan Phillippe and the movie spits out perfect eighties action clichés - gratuitous throat ripping, clenched sheet sex scenes, mullets - to the strains of Toto.
Like Strange Wilderness and Walk Hard, you either get it or you don't. It’s puerile because it’s supposed to be puerile. Geddit? It’s archly puerile; beneath the avalanche of kitsch, MacGruber is killing its idols, recreating the racist, sexist, homophobic manners that characterised a fondly remembered genre.
Mostly, though, it’s using the word 'Cunth' in every scene because it’s, you know, funny.