Spud U Don’t Like
‘IT takes a certain genius to make a truly awful film, says James Christopher, the Times film critic.
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If he is right, then Britain must be a nation of geniuses, such is our glorious celluloid tradition.
We havent seen Sex Lives of the Potato Men, a new movie funded by lottery money and starring Johnny Vegas, but we are prepared to take Christophers word for it that it isnt likely to be winning any Oscars.
Suffice to say that it is a sex comedy set in Walsall.
I havent seen a film quite so bad since Rancid Aluminium, he says. Note the quite in that sentence, suggesting that this has achieved the near-impossible feat of actually being worse.
It also means, ergo, that it is worse than Shoreditch, which at least had some entertainment value, in that it allowed the papers to run gloating stories about the amount of money Shane Ritchie had lost by investing in it.
Indeed, so bad is Potato Men that the paper devotes two articles and a leader to the subject, and reports that there was a genuine air of shock at the press screening.
The tax break that allowed the film to be made ends in July next year. But connoisseurs of crap will be delighted to hear that the Government is planning a new system of tax-based initiatives.
In an age when tradition seems to count for less and less, its good to know that we can look forward to the worst of British for some time to come.’
Posted: 20th, February 2004 | In: Broadsheets Comment | TrackBack | Permalink
