A railway station lost property office in a sleepy town connects the seven interlocking and overlapping stories of this lightweight, cheaply made portmanteau comedy from Ireland. It’s written and directed by Liam O Mochain with the kind of inoffensive hot-water-bottle-laughs you wouldn’t think possible after Father Ted. Well, I say inoffensive, but one of the vignettes – about an uptight bridezilla whose sole character trait is her desperation to get married – is depressingly unfeminist.

The film begins promisingly with some deadpan comedy as gormless Daniel (played by the director) gets a job at the lost property office. His zero to minimal commitment to customer service is up there with Bernard from Black Books. Daniel crops up in the remaining stories, some of which, inevitably, work better than others. Liam Carney gives a subtle performance as Eddie, a care-home resident who begs for money outside the station. He’s lost his ticket, Eddie explains, voice a little wandered. “Oh, and I don’t suppose you can spare cigarette?” Is he a scammer or does he have dementia? Carney keeps you guessing. And an air of tragicomic futility wafts through the tale of a publican – he’s a miserable git – attempting to turn his failing boozer into a themed pub. But the remaining shorts are told with little feeling, underpowered and unevenly acted.

It is a little mean-spirited to come down hard on what is clearly a labour of love, made over five years on next to no budget. But my goodwill evaporated in the story of the humourless bride-to-be (Aoibhín Garrihy). Jilted a year before the big day, she keeps her wedding date, reasoning that a husband is easier to come by than a reservation. Like all the film’s stories, it’s apparently based on real events, but traffics in lame and sexist bridezilla cliches.