Death at the Funeral is Frank Oz’s first film since his clunky
remake of The Stepford Wives, and this gross-out British farce aimed
at American audiences is perhaps not black enough to follow in the
footsteps of the many sinister comedies also made at Ealing Studios.
Dean Craig’s schematic screenplay gathers an eccentric group
of family and friends together at a country-house funeral but the
results are predictable and dull. The set-up is basically two gags
flogged to death on a t solemn occasion; one mourner’s hallucinatory
naked escapades and a diminutive guests blackmail revelations.
On the morning of their father's funeral, the family and friends
of the deceased each arrive with his or her own roiling anxieties.
Son and wannabe writer Daniel (Matthew MacFadyen) knows he will have
to face his flirty, blow-hard, famous-novelist brother Robert (Rupert
Graves) who's just flown in from New York, not to mention the promises
of a new life he's made to his wife Jane (Keely Hawes). Meanwhile,
Daniel's cousin Martha (Daisy Donovan) and her dependable new fiancé
Simon (Alan Tudyk) are desperate to make a good impression on Martha's
uptight father, Peter Egan (Peter Egan) - a plan that literally goes
out the window when Simon accidentally ingests a designer drug en
route to the service, leaving him prone to uncontrollable bouts of
delirium and nudity in front of his potential in-laws.
Meanwhile, Martha must contend with fighting off the attentions of
one-night stand Justin (Ewen Bremner), and Howard (Andy Nyman) gets
into bother aiding disabled Uncle Alfie (Peter Vaughan) use the toilet.
Then comes the real shocker: a diminutive mysterious guest (Peter
Dinklage) who threatens to unveil an earth-shattering family secret.
As riotous mayhem and unfortunate mishaps ensue on every front, it
is now up to the two brothers to hide the truth from their family
and friends and figure out how to not only bury their dearly beloved,
but the secret he's been keeping.