Original it isn't, but there's no denying RUN, FAT BOY, RUN's charms, thanks to Pegg, who smartly avoids playing sentimental -- even during the movie's patently sentimental bits. He's still got bite even when he's obviously tugging at the heartstrings. Newton exhibits a knack for comedy (though her responses are sometimes exaggerated for comedic effect), and
Dylan Moran is perfect as Dennis' unapologetically irresponsible best friend. But what's up with director David Schwimmer's constant flashing of Moran's naked behind? Plus, as delightful as Harish Patel -- who plays Dennis' landlord, Mr. Goshdashtidar -- may be, it's too formulaic to have him go from enemy to supporter overnight. And the big gross-out scene revolving a blister is funny, but barely; better to leave such hijinks to
Judd Apatow and the
Farrellys.
Still, it's been a while since a British romantic comedy managed to be appealing without relying on a stuttering, bumbling, slightly scandalous, Hugh Grant-like lead to see it through. It might not sit well after 26.2 hours of marathon viewing, but Run, Fat Boy, Run ably makes it to the finish line.