THE Martins are your average family from hell, the family that you cross the road to avoid.
There's unemployed father Robert (Evans), who dreams of luxury, his long-suffering wife Angie (Burke), and their children - a pregnant fourteen-year old (Dumont) and underachieving son (Byrne), not to mention the interfering mother-in-law.
Well-meaning Robert wants to give his loved ones as much as he can.
Broke and unemployed, he enters competitions hoping for the chance of a lifetime.
Confident he has won a dream holiday, he cracks under the strain of disappointment when - once again - he appears to have let his family down, forcing him to take matters into his own hands by stealing the holiday back from the real winners.
This sparks off a series of events involving a gun, vomit and self-discovery, revealing there is more to the Martin family than food, freebies and f-words.
The Verdict: You may be forgiven for thinking this is a hilarious feelgood comedy - unfortunately you'd be wrong.
The Martins is a film with an identity crisis, unsure of it's status: Bitter-sweet comedy? Or working class drama?
With the excellent comedic talents of Burke, Evans and Bassett (of East is East fame), The Martins could have potentially been a top British comedy.
Unfortunately the constant attempts to evoke sympathy for the characters, leaves you a little bored and disappointed.
Burke, an accomplished straight and comedic actress, is comfortable in her role as Angie, although Evans' attempt to leave his trademark facial expressions behind, and break into "serious" acting, leave him looking like a fish out of water.