Now Mark is grown up, his dad (Dave Johns) is miserable because Brit wrestling is a thing of the past.
The school of 90s Guy Ritchie is revived in this frankly ordinary British romp which is a comedy in everything except actually being funny.
They are not the fancy modern American kind, and this film patriotically claims that unlike the American version, our native British wrestling wasn’t fixed.
It’s a nice enough idea, and Julian Sands is entertainingly bizarre as a cowboy wrestler dressed all in gold.