THERE are a few, mostly rancid, jokes in this alleged comedy sequel about the misadventures of idiotic time travellers.

At least John Cusack gave the crass proceedings a touch of class in the 2011 original but here laughs come few and far between in a film crying out for a fast-forward button. 

Returnees Rob Corddry, Craig Robinson and Clark Duke use the eponymous time-travelling hot tub to save Corddry’s life when he is murdered with a shot to his genitals.

They end up in 2015 in a welter of witless situations, including forced sodomy on a TV game show. 

Drunken teenagers seeking comic stupidity at an Olympic level of lowness might enjoy this drivel.

But if I were one of its stars or creators, I’d grow a beard and lie about my involvement.