Chris Morris’s black comedy about a group of incompetent British jihadists from Sheffield divided critical opinion, but for my money it’s the funniest British film in some time, and, while far from subtle, a good deal more complex than its detractors allow. The film’s five would-be suicide bombers include a likeable simpleton who thinks heaven will be like Alton Towers, a “more al-Qaeda than you” fanatical white convert who believes that the End Times are imminent due to “women talking back and people playing stringed instruments” and average family man Omar (a brilliant performance from Riz Ahmed) who recasts The Lion King as a jihadist fairy tale for his son’s bedtime stories. It’s hilarious and chilling by turns, as well as surprisingly warm-hearted, and suceeds brilliantly in showing the ways in which supposedly monolithic ideologies are always filtered through cultural situations and individual idiocies.