The opening montage in Death at a Funeral shows us various interactions between the film's main characters, as they head to the titular funeral in question. The montage is scored with zippy
music that automatically lets the audience know that wacky going-ons are about to transpire.
And transpire they do: nervous, uptight Simon (Alan Tudyk) accidentally ingests some hallucinogens and eventually ends up naked; the deceased's secret gay lover Peter (Peter Dinklage) shows up at the funeral, with blackmail on his mind, and hypochondriac Howard (Andy Nyman) gets poop smeared on his face, after he's forced to help elderly disabled Uncle Alfie (Peter Vaughan) onto the toilet. Hilarity ensues.
Thus, most of the humour in this Frank Oz-directed romp is broad and ineffective. It's a shame. Between all the kooky shenanigans, the film has a few funny moments—like when Peter's knocked unconscious and left alone with two people who don't know his name, but need to get his attention. ("Try Phillip," one suggests.) And even though poor Tudyk's got a stupid part to play, he commits to his role enthusiastically; watching him is a lot of fun.
It makes you long for another movie, with more Tudyk and more wit. Instead, we get naked Tudyk, and a face full of shit.