If you're Irish, though, apparently your immediate reaction to finding some dead guy clutching a lottery ticket worth seven million pounds is to create some impossibly elaborate plan involving an entire village of 52 people in a ruse to trick the lottery commission into believing you're Dead Ned Devine

This is what Jackie O'Shea (Ian Bannen) and his buddy, Michael O'Sullivan (David Kelly), do. In all fairness, once you sign the back of your lottery ticket apparently nobody else can claim it, a fact we're made privy to... about halfway through the film. Director Kirk Jones could have done me a big favor by pointing this out at the beginning, because that would have saved me a lot of time telling various people in the theater to shut their gaping cakeholes when they all kept asking aloud why Jackie and Michael didn't just go cash the damn thing.

In order to make this film more than an hour long, there are two small subplots involving a pig farmer and the woman he wants to marry, and a young boy and a priest. To the film's credit, the second subplot does not involve a game of "Find Jesus in My Pants," but it is nonetheless boring. Like the central story about the lottery ticket, the subplots serve only to make you wonder why any of this nonsense is happening at all.