Geezers and geysers

Land Ho!

Crit

At last, the long-awaited film that gives old farts permission to be just as crude, sex-obsessed, and immature as we--er, they--were when we--they--were young! My standard careless, spoiler-avoiding scanning of reviews made me think going in that it's an Icelandic film with Icelandic codger buddies, but no, the codger buddies are an Australian and a rural Kentuckian long since transplanted to New Orleans. Iceland itself does star, though, in all (well, a lot, anyway) of its natural splendor. The only false notes are a couple of music-video frolics that seem out of character, and the music itself, which is almost exclusively lame.