Waititi’s willed clunkiness grows ever harder to distinguish from a genuine lack of craft. The ad hoc compositions couldn’t be further from the precision of Wes Anderson, who he’s mimicked in the past.

Next Goal Wins presents ineptitude almost as an exalted state, but its own mediocrity remains decidedly earthbound. This is comedy played on a very soggy pitch.

It is impossible not to think of high Paddywhackery such as Wild Mountain Thyme. And it took four years to get this thing into cinemas? Faith and begorrah (or the Southern Pacific equivalent)!

A film that may feel like something we've seen before, that doesn't take too many risks, but still bears the Waititi stamp that lends his irreverence and heart to each of his projects. [Full Review in Spanish]