There’s a great horror-comedy to be made about a British wedding, but this isn’t it. Instead of tapp­ing into the endless possibilities offered by this most fraught of social occas­ions – in which class, gender and free-flowing alcohol always promise mayhem – Hellbride opts for a hoary tale of a haunted engagement ring, a vengeful spirit and a father of the bride who’s in too deep with the mob. It looks like it was shot on a mobile phone, the performances range from gamely amateur to frankly embarrassing and the script relies heavily on crude Essex humour in its bid to be smart, rude and contemporary – imagine a woefully unfunny Gavin and Stacey minus all the Welsh bits and you’ll get the idea.