Doghouse: A Brew of Laughter and Chaos

Alright, let’s dive straight into the wild ride that is *Doghouse*. If you’re looking for a film that blends outright absurdity with a concoction of charm, you may have found your match. Directed by Jake West, *Doghouse* is a British horror-comedy where chaos meets the classic “lads’ holiday” concept. Imagine a stag do gone bonkers—like when you mix Midsommar with a bit of Benny Hill!

The story revolves around a group of blokes, led by Danny Dyer, who surely keeps the cockney charisma dialed up. They head to a remote village only to face a horde of man-hating, zombie-like ladies. Now, before you say “igen,” yes, it’s as bonkers as it sounds. And yet, much like a Swedish smörgåsbord, there’s a bit of everything—humour, fear, and a whole lotta running!

To be honest, the film is one of those guilty pleasures. It’s like when you know you should be watching Ingmar Bergman for the umpteenth time, but you just need something sillier—something that doesn’t ask for an existential debate post-credits. Mick Jagger once said, “It’s all right letting yourself go as long as you can let yourself back.” Maybe that’s what Doghouse is—just some cheeky fun.

Speaking of cheeky, there’s this scene that took me straight back to that summer when we ended up at the wrong lakeside cabin by mistake. There we were, expecting a quiet night, and instead, we stumbled into someone else’s crayfish party. Long story short, the night ended with an unexpected moonlight swim and a folksy tune that’s etched into my memory.

But hey, not everything’s top notch in Doghouse. Some jokes fall flat, and the plot’s a bit like a Rube Goldberg machine: unnecessarily complex for its own good. Yet, Jake West’s direction gives this chaotic romp enough zip to keep things entertaining. It’s not about profound narratives; it’s all about the ride—and sometimes, isn’t that all you need?

Check the trailer below