Barb and Star is a neon riot of nonsense – and the perfect film for our times | Alex Clark

Kristen Wiig and Annie Mumolo's movie is crammed with ridiculousness. Who doesn't crave that right now?

Poor Jamie Dornan. All those years playing the hideous serial killer in the determinedly depressing TV show The Fall; another gig as the frankly ludicrous sadist Christian Grey in the 50 Shades franchise; marooned in the Irish countryside with a wonky accent in Wild Mountain Thyme. And all along, if he is now to be believed, he just wanted to be a goofball. He was simply waiting for the writer-actor-comedians Kristen Wiig and Annie Mumolo - who most famously collaborated on the script of Bridesmaids a decade ago - to come up with the right part.

Much of life is currently surreal, so you'd be forgiven for doing a double-take watching Dornan cavort on a Florida beach while ripping his shirt off to a cheesy power ballad; for scrunching up your eyes as he whimpers plaintively to a commitment-phobic super-villain; for wondering if you might be mistaken as he courts a couple of middle-aged Nebraskan ladies in culottes. But such is the magic of Wiig and Mumolo's utterly crackers comedy Barb and Star go to Vista Del Mar that you'll end up believing - as Dornan has been telling everyone in interviews for the film - that he's a natural-born clown.