Cross Fahrenheit 9/11 with The Corporation, load up a laugh-track and youve got The Yes Men, a brisk, cheeky agit-prop doc that lays down a carpet of banana skins for the World Trade Organisation to slip arse-over-tit on. The scams a simple one: posing as W.T.O. delegates, Bonanno and Bichlbaum skip around the global conference circuit delivering bogus lectures.
Best prank? The duos management leisure suit, in which tycoons control their workforce through a giant inflatable phallus a magical act of slapstick subversion greeted by its audience with unblinking apathy. The Third World-bashing W.T.O. is a ripe, relevant target. Shame that bullseyes are missed when The Yes Men get a little too smug and lose The Point à la guerilla-guru Michael Moore, but when it hits, its top, provocative filmmaking.