maintaining a remarkable balance between dry humour and deadening grief, valkeapaa — who made the visitors us tumbling down a rabbit hole into a wonderland world of sex—positive wish fulfillment. despite the title which in english at least has overtones of naff carried—on style buffoonery, the result is sometimes shocking, often funny, but ultimately redemptive and uplifting. the same cannot be said of bad boys for life, the belated three—quel to a franchise everyone thought had run its course back in 2003 but would return to cinemas earlier this year to surprisingly crowd—pleasing effect albeit without michael bay who makes a fleeting cameo appearance. it is carnage. you didn't shoot anybody? come on, cap, you know i shot some people. will smith and martin lawrence are back — older but not necessarily wiser — one longing for retirement, the other out for revenge. it's a one—note gag that didn't tickle my funny bone although, in the interests of editorial honesty, i must confess that the rest of audience in the packed cinema i saw it in injanuary appeared to enjoy it enormously. whether i