YOUNG TRIFFIE (Mary Walsh). 98 minutes. Opens Friday (April 6). Rating: N Rating: N
Young Triffie appears to have been made for people who never developed a sense of humour beyond the third grade. How else to explain first-time director Mary Walsh's propensity for Newfie jokes, pratfalls, pointless nudity and insultingly juvenile dialogue?
Set in 1947, the plot-hole-ridden comedy revolves around a Newfoundland ranger (Corner Gas's Fred Ewanuick) sent to an isolated port to investigate the murder of young girl named Tryphenia. As the ranger delves deeper into the case, he meets the town's predictably eccentric townsfolk, all of whom have dark secrets of their own.
This Hour Has 22 Minutes's Walsh called in a lot of favours for casting that probably should have been refused. Her slapdash direction not only wastes a dependable Colin Mochrie, but also makes Andrea Martin and Rémy Girard (The Barbarian Invasions) look like open-mic hacks gasping for comedic air. Ewanuick can be charming, but we lose all interest after he hits himself in the head for the umpteenth time.
Walsh, who adapted the script from Ray Guy's play, gives herself the best scenes as a speed-talking town gossip. Too bad she couldn't spare any witty lines for the rest of the cast.