Wors lacks meat

The audience will arrive in droves to re-enter their comfort zone and experience the same naughty jokes, including double entendres, schoolboy pranks and sexual gags.

The only machine therefore that drives Molly & Wors’ flimsy plot is how many laughs per minute can be cooked up and how often mischievous suggestive one-liners can evoke giggles from its intended audience.

Keeping in this tradition, the story is simple and can be tweeted with room to spare for a review: Wors is Salesman of the Year and his prize is a trip to Holland. Will Molly join?

The dialogue has its amusing moments, but the problem is that the production looks cheap. In the current climate where there is an abundance of Afrikaans films, they at least look professional and are well photographed. In Molly and Wors’ Holland filmed for TV-scenes, it looks like a cheap home movie and seems to have been filmed on the run.

It also has the appearance of a travelogue, not a full feature length film, as if the filmmakers tried to get as much production value and footage out of Holland as possible at the cost of the story. And talking of travelogue, this is filmed television with an abundance of dialogue, and should have gone straight onto kykNET or DVD. It is not a film in the true sense of the word.

Especially an English speaking audience, don’t necessarily know these iconic characters, may wonder whether they stumbled into a clumsy farce about grown up men who still giggle about masturbation and sex, or laugh at naughty, clumsy four-letter words – because that is all Molly and Wors has going for it.

And speaking of clumsy: the whole triggering event, Molly passing out in a toilet at the airport, is about as convincing as a burp in a Cinema Nouveau theatre.

And does the marriage survive Holland? If you care, you might enjoy this farce, as it is strictly for Molly and Wors aficionados.