Steve Coogan could compete in the Olympics for embarrassing awkwardness (an event the British could finally win). Awkwardness is of course a sign of virtue, and by means of it Coogan brilliantly conveys a deeply human character through his performance of agonised self-centredness.
This British style road trip movie is a splendid celebration of the ordinary that was so effective that on leaving the cinema I had the eerie feeling for some hours that I was trapped in the movie myself. It makes one see one's ordinary actions and conversation, and all one's ums and ahs, as if from the 3rd person, and as something worth thinking about. Fortunately this passed.