If it felt like anyone had won the lottery after the success of 2011’s Bridesmaids it was Paul Feig, after delivering one of the best comedies in years.

Sadly the American director’s luck turned bad with a string of poor features, including 2013’s The Heat, 2015’s Spy and the awful 2016 Ghostbusters reboot.

There was always a chance his luck would turn a corner, but with this latest release, it may well have just run out for good.

Just arriving in LA to kick start her career is Katie (Awkwafina). She’s a budding actress, having had some success as a child as the face of Spaghetti Squares, and is looking to build on it in adulthood.

She’s booked an Airbnb, but it’s not quite as it looked in the pictures, and her clothes end up being ruined, just before an audition. Her young host hires her some fresh clothes, and she goes on her way.

As she’s auditioning, she reaches into her pocket and finds a ticket, and she accidently activates it.

The good news is, in doing so, she’s just won $3.6 billion, the biggest lottery win of all time.

The bad news is, in California, the game rules insist that if anyone else who has purchased a ticket manages to kill you before dawn, they keep your winnings. The only caveat is no guns, but that’s not a big deal for those keen to take her down.

Just as she’s being attacked, she’s rescued by Noel (John Cena), a one man band lottery protection agent, who says that he will keep her alive, for ten percent of her winnings, and considering her situation, she agrees.

It’s only a few hours until dawn, but with everyone able to track where they are at any given time, can the pair stay alive long enough to claim their prize?

It’s difficult to describe just how bad this film is, suffice to say, nothing about it works.

There was an opportunity, on paper at least, for a fun buddy flick with the interaction of Awkwafina and Cena, but the writing as a whole is so cringe worthy, they have about the same level of chemistry as Israel and Palestine.

The script was written by Rob Yescombe, whose only other credit was the average action flick Outside the Wire. Every other credit he has is for various video games. What we can all take from this is the following: Yescombe cannot do comedy, to save his life, or the lives of anyone else unfortunate enough to be associated with this low grade drivel.

To say that it is devoid of any humour whatsoever is an understatement. It’s about as funny as, well, the conflict between Israel and Palestine.

It’s actually quite impressive that someone could take this concept, which is essentially a comedic twist on The Purge, and be unable to find any humour in it whatsoever. In fact the only time you may find yourself tittering mildly is at the end, not due to the unfunny outtakes on show, but just out of sheer relief that it’s finally over.

So instead of being an embarrassment of riches, it’s just an embarrassment, from beginning to end.

Sadly it’s also the worst film that Feig has been involved in, that not only continues his losing streak, but also proves that you can’t get by on luck alone, and that a modicum of talent is needed, of which none is on show here.