Three Irish guys owe a bookie 50,000 euros after fixing a race to ensure his greyhound loses, and have a week to find the cash. Sounds like we've met this storyline before, but this variation ought to be a lot more fun than it is. The problem is the film consistently seeks the lowest common denominator with various bodily function jokes and pointless sexual interludes superfluous to the plot. And no way could we believe the starter at a national event final could be bribed with a few quid to put his hands over one of the dogs' eyes. It all gets progressively more disappointing, threatening at one point to turn into Sean and Paddy Go Large.