An Evening with Beverly Luff Linn

If you liked gonzo lunacy of The Greasy Strangler, director Jim Hosking's kooky comedy follow-up hits the same screwball sweet spot if you are in the right mood. Another deliberately off-kilter exercise in puerile weirdness and offensive whimsy, this overlong blend of outré nonsense and playful emotions sees Lulu Danger (Aubrey Plaza) desert her diner-manager husband (Emile Hirsch) to attend a mysterious hotel cabaret evening performed by old flame Beverly (Craig Robinson). The thin cartoonish plot looks like they made it up as they went along and vaguely includes robbery and a hitman, but is essentially as much an excuse for ridiculous poo, burp, fart and puke jokes than anything else. Again geared around gross-out monologues, absurdist flourishes, ludicrous outfits and awkward pauses, it's definitely John Waters-lite but Hosking's distinctive voice and unique aesthetic cannot be denied. Many will find the dynamite dance sequence choreographed to FR David's 1982 Eurodisco hit Words well worth staying the daft, drawn-out course.