Jan 29, 2016 3 min read

I wish I was in Park City, Utah, right now. It’s the annual Sundance Film Festival, named by Robert Redford after his half of the infamous gunslinging duo he played in a movie this one time.

At the film festival, there are a bunch of independent movies playing all over town.

They are not your typical Hollywood blockbusters; most have fewer car crashes and more character development.

One movie seems to be standing out from the crowd this year. It’s a little indie called “Swiss Army Man.”

It’s about a depressed young man (Paul Dano) who befriends a corpse (Daniel Radcliffe) on a deserted island. Imagine “Castaway” but replace Wilson the soccer ball with dead Harry Potter. It sounds like “Gilligan has a weekend at Bernie’s.”

But wait! There’s more! The deceased young man’s body exudes profound gas. “Profound gas” was actually in the description. Hank (Dano) uses the flatulence to his advantage and rides the toot-powered corpse back to civilization, like a fart-powered jet ski.

I won’t spoil the ending, but let’s say Hank might not be really seeing the world the way it really is.

The film is the brainchild of Dan Kwan and Daniel Scheinert. The duo directed the music video “Turn Down for What,” a hard-partying anthem by DJ Snake and Lil Jon.

Seriously, I’m not making any of this up.

This movie sounds like a gas. I can’t help myself. Sorry.

The film is getting mixed reviews. It’s also a lot deeper and more nuanced than how I’ve described it, but it still sounds like a very expensive practical joke. The boy who lived is now the man who didn’t. Radcliffe is supposed to be sensational in the role. Though I seem to remember Whoopi Goldberg in the movie “Soap Dish” saying, “Actors don’t like to play coma. They feel it limits their range.” Playing dead has to be worse.

I think about all those actors who have had to play corpses on “CSI,” “CSI: Miami,” “CSI: NY,” “CSI: Cyber.” All the CSI shows, really. It’s got to be tough to just lie there. I would imagine your nose starts to itch the moment the director yells, “Action!”

Bravo, Radcliffe. It must take a true talent to pass gas on cue.

Unlike most guys, I’ve never found farts funny. When my book “Below Average Genius” came out, it was the top-selling book in humor on Amazon for two weeks in a row.

On the third week, I got beaten by a fart joke book. That book boasted it contained 500 funny fart jokes. I can’t imagine there are 500 jokes on this subject. It’s tough to lose out to a fart joke book.

I couldn’t have been more humiliated … unless I was the one breaking wind in public.

I kind of want to see “Swiss Army Man.” On a Tuesday night, the late show, with my hat pulled down really low so no one knows it’s me.