Owing a debt to the creaky Brit-pic Staggered in which Martin Clunes woke up bollock naked on a remote island on the eve of his wedding, this innocuous but good-hearted Irish comedy finds a misfit group of men going native in the woods when a fussy groom is strong-armed into a stag weekend by his altogether more forceful bride. The fly in the ointment is his future brother-in-law, a destructive irritant played with more comic depth than you might expect by co-writer Peter McDonald.

Inevitably relieved of their clothes, the men bicker and bond, with old rivalries and new acceptances blossoming among the bared buttocks and breast beatings. A long-running gag about the awfulness of U2 turns out to have a disappointingly soft centre (Bono would approve, which is a shame) but at least it won't leave you with the foul taste of a Hangover.