Marc Carter, left, and Neil Mandt discuss a scene in their film Last Stop For Paul.

With locations ranging from Chile to Vietnam and everything in between, Last Stop for Paul is certainly the most well-traveled film showing at the Rhode Island International Film Festival. Amazingly, despite touching down in 13 countries, it’s only 80 minutes long.

It’s being screened at 5 p.m. tomorrow at the Columbus Theater, not exactly an ideal time, but if you can catch it, do. For Last Stop for Paul is one of the funniest feature films in this year’s festival even though, on the surface, it sounds far from that.

It follows the adventures of a pair of co-workers who set off on a two-week around-the-world tour to deposit the ashes of Paul, the late friend of Cliff (Marc Carter), in a variety of countries. Paul had planned his own whirlwind tour until fate intervened. The previously reluctant-to-travel Cliff enlists his well-traveled co-worker Charlie (Neil Mandt, who also wrote and directed) to help him carry out his mission. Cliff carries Paul’s remains in a Thermos bottle and deposits them, a teaspoonful at a time, in places ranging from a cricket stadium in Jamaica to the Acropolis in Athens.

Along the way the guys are involved in a riotous series of adventures, ranging from being tossed in a jail cell in Ho Chi Minh City for not paying their exorbitant bill at a Playboy-style club to riding in a brakeless runaway van driven by a pair of Irishmen down a snowy Andean Mountain peak in Chile. One of the funniest — and creepiest — finds Charlie taking a water taxi to an island off Thailand when the captain stops the boat, begins fondling a machete and asking Charlie whether he is prepared to meet the Lord. When the guys run out of their own adventures, Mandt uses the outlandish anecdotes of people they meet along the way to fill out the plot, including an unlikely charmer involving a stolen bicycle in the middle of Tokyo.

As a romantic subtext, in Greece Charlie keeps running into the pretty, free-spirited Amy (Heather Petrone), who is traveling alone. Though fate pushes them apart on their separate journeys, there’s a nice surprise hookup at the end.

Last Stop for Paul never stops, never lags. It’s always on the go from one exotic locale to the next. Some of the stops are less than a minute long, such as a layover in Germany. Others last 10 minutes or so. The one set in Ho Chi Minh City (formerly Saigon) is elaborately laid out and proves that capitalism is still alive and raging in Communist Vietnam.

Cliff and Charlie, who have only enough money to pay for airfare, scam their way into free rooms and meals at five-star hotels by pretending to be writers for a well-known international travel guide. The ruse works. These guys are first-class scam artists, but they’re so endearing that one is always charmed and amused by their wacky good times.

mjanuson@projo.com