“An Englishman’s sense of humor is in the drawing room, a Frenchman’s is in the bedroom, and a German’s is in the bathroom.” I forget the actual origin of that quotation; I got it from Robertson Davies, I think.

If it’s accurate, this quotation, then this movie is actually very German. While there is a bit of drawing room fun like a coffin tipped over and burst open by an accidentally drugged Alan Tudyk (this is not a spoiler; that situation is seen coming almost from the opening credits. Not foreshadowed; brandished and used as a bludgeon. A FUNNY THING IS GOING TO HAPPEN WITH THE DRUGS, PEOPLE. BLAM!), most of the pivotal scenes take place in the bathroom. And rather intimately involve things people do in bathrooms, played for very broad gross-out laugh.

There is some attempt at analyzing a brother relationship and a family dynamic in which one member is not who everyone else thinks he is, but mostly it’s the bludgeon.

There are some genuinely moving bits, mostly involving Peter Dinklage, who acts his heart out and almost steals the movie, or at least picks its pockets while Alan Tudyk runs away with the serious loot.

And yeah, in the end Tudyk is what saved this movie for me. Gotta love Wash cavorting naked around the grounds of a beautiful old English country house, and he does a virgin tripper nicely.

All in all, well, it’s a rental.