Death at a Funeral
Two stars funny - great acting, predictable script.
There is the well kept, well mannered, wealthy mans widow.
Two sons, the famous writer who moved to New York (expected any minute), and the non-prodigal son who stayed home and looked after his parents, has a novel in manuscript that he won't let anyone see, a wife that wants to live with just him, in a flat in London, but he hasn't told mum yet. He has organised the funeral, and prepared a eulogy, attempting to overcome nerves.
There are two cousins, the boy a flakey pharmaceutical science undergrad and acid manufacturer, the girl perfectly respectable with a respectable but tense young lawyer as the boyfriend her father is determined to hate. On arrival at her brothers flat, she gives him a pill from a Valium bottle to calm him down.
There is obnoxious old uncle Alfie, in a wheelchair, brought along by an obliging hypercondriac friend of the family, who also brings along an opportunistic parasite ex boyfriend intent on using the funeral to steal the girl back from the lawyer.
Then there is this mysterious little man (four foot high), whom nobody knows, who is intimately acquainted with the deceased.
And a vicar who really must get the whole thing wrapped up by three.
No surprises, but very well done. I would have rather waited until it came on TV, though.