Best Comedy Movies Of 2024 (So Far) (2024)

Richard Linklater’s funniest film since School of Rock, this cop caper is on Netflix after a brief cinema stint and will automatically be the funniest new release on there too. Hit Man is fuelled by Glen Powell’s charisma and a sharp script that makes full use of it by giving the Top Gun: Maverick actor a host of personas to get his teeth into – all as a pretend assassin working for the cops. It’s one of those comedies that even the trailers fail to do justice too, the accumulation of outlandish but just-about-plausible scenarios building to a crescendo that hits like a gulp of nitrous.

Yorgos Lanthimos’ steampunk Frankenstein tale generated both widespread acclaim and much debate over whether its story, of a young woman turned science experiment on a journey of libidinous self-discovery, mistakes sexual exploitation for female liberation – a fair concern. All that hand-wringing, though, obscures just how uproariously funny it is. Stone earned a second (semi-controversial) Oscar for a portrayal of a revivified suicide victim with the brain of an infant, but her performance remains underrated as a feat of physical comedy, particularly in the early scenes, as she rapidly evolves from, essentially, a teetering toddler to hormonal teenager obsessed with ‘furious jumping’. Shout out also to Mark Ruffalo, hilarious as her would-be husband-slash-subjugator turned weeping, wounded mess of a man.

Deadpool & Wolverinecan feel like an asteroid field of winky in-jokes, meta references and pointlessfights (people,everyoneis indestructible). But even its most ardent haters would struggle to sit through it withoutlaughing, as Ryan Reynolds’ smart-alec superhero delivers incessant zingers – and with a respectablehit rate. ‘Is your dialect coach the Minions?’ he eyebrow-raises at the impenetrably accented Gambit. ‘They’re gonna make him do this ‘tillhe’s 90,’ he snarks about reluctant franchise resurrectee Logan. Patchy superhero movie,very decent comedy.

Silly, fun and with an extreme dedication to packing in as many madcap stunts as possible, The Fall Guy deserved to make a billion dollars at the box office. Instead, it’ll have to take satisfaction in being the first comedy to stumble on the genius idea of pairing up Ryan Gosling and Emily Blunt. They play an estranged couple still wounded by their break-up… while making a billion dollar sci-fi and contending with the sudden disappearance of its star (Aaron Taylor-Johnson). The plot is harebrained but the two leads (and everyone else) deliver the jokes with such straight-faced gusto, you’ll barely notice.

A true American indie (rather than those that cost $50 million), this ultimate battle between man (Ryland Brickson Cole Tews, extremely likeable) and beaver (six actors wearing mascot suits, then multiplied digitally) is a low-budget delight. Snowbound slapstick and cartoony-violence are delivered in a perfectly pitched silent film stylee with inventiveness and originality as a hapless fur trapper has to capture 100 beavers to win his true love. After 108 minutes of pure comedic genius, frankly my dear, you will give a dam.

Perennial supporting ace Jeffrey Wright finally gets a much-deserved spotlight role in debuting writer-director Cord Jefferson’s sharply funny adaptation of Percival Everett’s 2001 novel Erasure. He plays a struggling Black novelist who gives in and gives the (white) people what they want – a ghetto memoir from a fabricated felon, simply titled ‘f*ck’ – and inadvertently becomes a literary star. The whiplashing between social farce and family drama is more jarring on screen than in the book, but Wright keeps it centred, deftly balancing the barbed satire with heartfelt pathos. It’s a worthy heir to Robert Townsend’s long-underappreciated Hollywood Shuffle.

Paul Giamatti as a cranky history teacher at a New England boarding school circa 1970 tasked with babysitting a student (newbie Dominic Sessa) left behind on Christmas break? Hook it to our veins! Giamatti’s curmudgeonly charisma is the highlight of Alexander Payne’s oddly heartwarming dramedy, but it’s the sweet-and-sour bond he forms with both Sessa and the wonderful Da’Vine Joy Randolph – particularly in the second half of the film, when the group escapes campus and heads to Boston – that make this a new holiday perennial.

Sexy and hilarious: it's not a combination we see often these days, so hats off to this smart French-Canadian romcom that pairs a posh professor, Sophia, with a younger construction worker, Sylvain. Both are gorgeous, and both a product of their different backgrounds: cue misunderstandings and embarrassments galore. It’s worth watching for one blissfully farcical party scene alone, in which a woman in Marigolds is surprised by an awkward kitchen proposal, while bored Gen Z-ers reach for their phone cameras on reflex and the host demands the process be paused while a child vomits.

Yorgos Lanthimos likes his comedy pitch-black and super-dry. That’s definitely true of this ambitious follow-up, a twisted triptych featuring three distinct stories and a crack cast – Emma Stone, Jesse Plemons, Willem Dafoe – playing different characters in each instalment. There's a lot for them to contend with – casual cannibalism, a sex cult, a maniacal boss who orders his employee to commit murder – and little in the way of explanation. But along the way, Lanthimos drops in enough moments that will make you laugh as well as gasp, not least Emma Stone’s wild, meme-ready dance scene.

The original noughties teen hit, about an outsider navigating high school, was hilarious, but this musical adaptation finds new ways to skewer its social hierarchies that fit the changed culture of today. Reneé Rapp as queen bee Regina and Auliʻi Cravalho as misfit Janis are the standouts; Rapp’s claim, for example, that failing to dress slu*tty on Halloween ‘is slu*t-shaming us’ is a vicious and witty reversal.

If good comedies are rare, good horror-comedies are hen’s teeth. Enter a cult horror that puts a grotesque spin on the neighbour from hell. A bulbous character call Vlad with Lemmy-from-Motörhead mutton chops and a penchant for noisy, late-night parties, he’s played with demented glee by Alex Winter as he torments his timid neighbour (Jonah Ray). An unexpected prog rock fixation and a wonderfully random Kumail Nanjiani cameo are just of the extraUSPs of thisgory,raucoustreat.

More ‘rom’ than ‘com’, but still funny in a wry kinda way, this age-gap romance has Anne Hathaway’s fortysomething art dealer and Nicolas Galitzine’s boy-band star flirting, sparking and, yes, confronting Serious Life Obstacles. As tends to be the way, it’s the dialled-up supporting characters who provide most of the laughs, leaving the central pair to deliver the pathos, and Veep’s Reid Scott and Bridesmaids co-writer Annie Mumolo both deliver as the jealous ex and straight-talking bestie respectively.

As usual, Jack Black puts his back into it as the voice of martial arts mammal Po, in a fourth outing for a franchise that still strikes a nice balance of silliness and high-stakes adventure. Sure, a lot of the larkiness revolves around the wobbly Po’s ongoing food obsession and his light-hearted approach to deathly threats, but Black is never not fun to hang out with – even in animated form – and Awkwafina is her usual sprightly self as a thieving fox. Not a classic but still skadoo*sh-y enough for fans.