2009's Doghouse is about a recently divorced Brit licking his wounds, and his mates who decide to take him on a get-away weekend in the country.
With an opening ripped directly from the style book of Guy Ritchie, and a liberal nod to Shaun of the Dead, Doghouse begins on a promising note, but quickly falls apart.
Early on we are made to understand that each of these guys is living with a woman who is a harridan - and the one gay guy in the group is living with his stereotypically bitchy, needy boyfriend. OK, message received: All Women are Bitches, All Gay Boyfriends, The Same.
Offended yet? I was.
The fellows are all portrayed as man/boys. Moronic half wits who can't commit to anything other than their relationship to each other, beer and their libidos.
So eventually, the guys end up in a secluded hamlet deep in the English woods, all of the men in this town are missing and all of the women have turned into flesh eating zombies. That's right, big breasted, shrieking zombies - oh and look, the first ghoul shown is a bride! Gee, what's that supposed to represent?
Loaded with misogynistic, homophobic, sophomoric wit, Doghouse thinks it's a smart throwback to grindhouse when actually it's more like a trip to the outhouse.