Man Friday becomes Dead Man Farting in the Pythonesque take on Robinson Crusoe, SWISS ARMY MAN.

This flatulent Defoe derivative has Paul Dano as a seemingly marooned man literally at the end of his tether, preparing to hang himself from the neck until dead.

Giving him a reason to live is the washing up of a stranger on the shore. The stranger is, alas, without pulse, but full of post mortem methane, which has the propensity to propel the corpse like a jet pack.

Dano’s Hank sees the possibilities and takes the cadaver for a spin on the ocean waves, but seemingly does not escape his hermitage.

Back on dry land, the carcass displays other useful utility, as a water receptacle, a wood chopper, and compass, his trouser tool becoming a directional dick. He also starts to speak and calls himself Manny.

More Swiftian than Defoe, and not without a certain post grad puerility, SWISS ARMY MAN is the brainchild of the two Dans, Kwan and Scheinert, who employ another Dan, Radcliff, to embody their fart fueled philosophical fantasy.  Dan, Dan, Dan and Dano? What’s in name? It don’t smell so sweet.

Like Spielberg’s current take on Roald Dahl’s THE BFG, SWISS ARMY MAN fetes farts for art’s sake.

A cut the cheese comedy, SWISS ARMY MAN should become a frat house fart house cult favourite.