Aptly named "Cock and bull" I realised when the film first started that this was going to be "one of those movies". Starting with the logo for "The works", showing three interlocking gear wheels, which if this was made in reality, would not work. The same has to be said for this film.
This is a film of indulgence, self indulgence. On the part of the titles people, making "different" lettering. Unreadable, but different.
Then the two "stars" being different, Coogan and Brydon offering a feast of pointless observation starting in the first scene about the colour of Brydon's teeth while in the make up department. Why, I will never know.
Then being different, talking to screen with a pointless dialogue, about....."but then I will tell you of this later"....which never came.
Jumping from an eighteenth? century battle, to before Tristram Shandy was borne, (Oh by the way, that is who this film was supposed to be about), then accompanied by twenty first century film crew mixing with the characters, then back again to the film, and so on, and NO STORY.
The only laughs I could detect were the ones from the owners of the mobile catering company, who must have made a FORTUNE out of all this, laughing all the way to THEIR bank.
A different film, like being different by going to work naked. Different, but who cares?
My suggestion, save your money, go buy a beer.