What? Sorry? Excuse me? Some films are somehow not even annoying enough to be annoying. Such a one is this odd piece of sub-John Irving nonsense.

Michael Caine does his "American" accent, playing a grizzled old fellow whose dying wish is to reunite ex-con Christopher Walken with Walken's grown-up son by making them go on a roadtrip with his ashes.

Caine is supposed to be Walken's father, incidentally, and as the actors' respective ages are 72 and 62, the whole thing's mightily confusing. And mightily boring.