Boosh was a massive phenomenon in the mid-noughties so fair play to whoever gave the young director Paul King (latterly of Paddington) enough money to make a feature film that has very little to do with it. Bunny sits in a strange place tonally - in the greasy plains between proto laddy bants and Gondry whimsy. Some of it is really fascinating but it does feel like a half hour spread too thin - and sometimes the momentum drags. Nice to see Farnaby and Hogg of all people as movie leads, but it sadly now mostly feels as dated and shallow as Boosh itself. King is better off with the marmalade muncher.
Review of Bunny and the Bull
