Larry Charles’s outrageously offensive, all-guns-blazing comedy isn’t so much a sharp satire as an exercise in eccentric crassness. Lacking the edge of Borat and Brüno, The Dictator is nonetheless a disconcertingly amusing, predictably gross-out affair, packed full of memorable moments and reliant almost solely upon a central performance from everyone’s favourite master of grotesquerie, Sacha Baron Cohen.

The third film in the Harold & Kumar franchise is – as expected – a mad, offensive, gross-out, hilarious piece of festive tat, sending up pretty much everything it can get its mucky paws on. It’s perhaps not as funny and boundary-pushing as the first two films, but its soft, creamy centre and winning performances from its leads make it impossible not to enjoy.