Kenny

Clayton Jacobson's Australian mockumentary begins with a scatological flurry of crude (if punning) shop talk by the title character—a plumber whose expertise lies in renting and servicing those much-maligned if ubiquitous porta-johns found at outdoor concert events. But if you can get past a quarter-hour or so of relentless talk about human waste, Kenny ultimately evolves into a very entertaining and clever film, as viewers follow the daily grind of the titular barrel-chested philosopher-plumber (Aussie comic Shane Jacobson, the director's brother). Kenny makes it clear that he enjoys his expertise at keeping plastic stalls operating efficiently, despite the nightmarish challenges, as well as problems posed by his work crew of slackers and neurotics. But the disdain that most people—loutish and well-heeled alike—exhibit for his necessary (if unappealing) service is nothing short of monstrous (even Kenny's father, a human wreck—played by the Jacobsons' father Ronald—attacks his son). No problem: regular guy Kenny refreshingly maintains a superhero's level of self-confidence and strong ethical sense. Recommended. (T. Keogh)