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Death at a funeral and other party favors


In Frank Oz’s “Death at a Funeral” (2007) the grim reaper doesn’t just stop by for tea; he knocks over the china, trips on the rug, and sets the curtains ablaze with comedic fury. The film unspools in a quintessentially British home that becomes the stage for a funeral so chaotically peppered with misadventures that one could mistake it for a circus show helmed by a depressed clown. The bereaved are not just mourning the dead but also their dignity, as one calamity after another strikes with the precision of a misfired slapstick.

Here we meet Daniel, a writer so unsuccessful his manuscripts should be used as doorstops, and his brother Robert, whose ego could easily be mistaken for the third casket that’s missing from this debacle. Poor Daniel, besieged by the towering shadow of his brother, stumbles through the day, grappling with eulogies, misplaced corpses, and drugs that are weirder than they seem — turning his wife’s cousin’s fiancé into an exhibitionist who suddenly finds the rooftop a suitable stage for his one-man show.


The premise is similar to “When Do We Eat?”, which offers its own brand of familial farce set around a Passover Seder, but it plays like a straightforward sitcom next to the baroque absurdities of “Death at a Funeral.” Oz’s film not only delivers the punchlines but embroiders them with a darker, British wit that whispers rather than shouts, making it a richer, more satisfying laugh riot. Each catastrophe is not merely a setup for a gag but a clever twist on our darkest fears about family gatherings gone wrong.


As if scripted by fate’s most twisted screenwriter, the funeral procession in Oz’s film includes a hallucinogenic mishap that could have been avoided with a simple label maker, and an uninvited dwarf with a penchant for blackmail and theatrical timing, courtesy of Peter Dinklage, who steals scenes like a cat burglar. Each character spirals into their own pocket of chaos, with old Uncle Alfie, ensconced in his wheelchair, serving as the unholy cherry on this disastrous sundae.


Oz orchestrates this symphony of disasters with a conductor’s flair, each note of misery hitting hilariously high pitches, proving that the line between tragedy and comedy is just a eulogy away. “Death at a Funeral” makes one ponder if perhaps the only thing graver than death is a family gathering.


With characters who should definitely stick to tea rather than touch another psychedelic, the film ensures no more pharmaceutical adventures are necessary — they’ve had enough. Yet, for those watching this delirious debacle unfold, a green dragon puff or two might not just be advised but necessary, to enhance the sheer, glorious absurdity of it all.

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