The Brothers Grimsby

When disappointments rack up, there comes a point where fans have to question whether the “comic genius” is really worthy of the label—and for Sacha Baron Cohen, The Brothers Grimsby will be that moment to take stock. A decade on from Borat, this generation’s Peter Sellers has delivered his third consecutive failure as writer-producer-star, while his 2006 opus now increasingly looks like a blip made in between the cash-in of Ali G Indahouse and the scattershot Borat B-side Bruno. The Brothers Grimsby is Baron Cohen’s second fully scripted botch-job in a row after The Dictator, and by now the concern is real, that Baron Cohen’s post-Borat super-fame will forever prohibit him from returning to what he does best: largely improvised comedy made amongst an unsuspecting public.
In The Brothers Grimsby, Baron Cohen plays Nobby Butcher, a loutish Liam Gallagher type hailing from the English town of Grimsby, a giant sink estate of unemployables twinned with Chernobyl. When he reunites with his long-lost MI6 agent brother Sebastian (Mark Strong, here the focus of multiple bald gags, because that’s the level), Nobby becomes a wanted man, entangled in a global conspiracy to decimate the human race. His first big idea is to hide himself and Sebastian out in their hometown.
Just 83 minutes-long, The Brothers Grimsby bears the hallmarks of a severe edit. Considering that even Sony thought the project was weak sauce (per the Sony leaks, one studio exec thought the script “lazy and predictable”), you can imagine heavy cuts were made as a means of damage limitation. So actors like Tamsin Egerton are reduced to near-wordless cameos, and the already sparse plot is stripped to the bone. For example, the film doesn’t offer much of an explanation as to why Nobby and Sebastian have to hide out in Grimsby before heading to South Africa, and then Chile: Everything’s just streamlined down to set-pieces.
The sub-007 action sequences are headache-inducingly orchestrated by Louis Leterrier, though surprisingly the Transporter director does a more capable job with the comedy, not that there’s a great deal for him to work with in the first place. Baron Cohen is unfortunately one of the film’s bigger problems, his comic timing off and his accent forever wavering. When Mark Strong – here doing straight comedy for the first time—is funnier than the “comic genius” whose show this is supposed to be, then something is clearly wrong.