1st Review I've seen...

From The Times today...

Sex Lives of the Potato Men
by james christopher

18, 82 mins

Sex Lives of the Potato Men is a British catering comedy set around the chip shops of Walsall, and it is one of the two most nauseous films ever made. At least Chubby Brown has some vague notion of innuendo. This doesn’t have the wit to stagger to the end of the pier.

Four well-known British comics drive a dodgy delivery van around various sink estates, looking for nooky. Frankly, I can’t believe they get any, but this is Soho up North. The star features are these: Mackenzie Crook has an unfeasibly large penis; Johnny Vegas is fat and unloved; Mark Gatiss falls in love with a dog, and Dominic Coleman can only find sexual satisfaction with strawberry jam and fishpaste sandwiches.

Viz? Too subtle even for them. This is a seedy medley of sketches: phone sex, semen gags, dog pooh, snot and unhygienic sex. How we laughed.

I can see this being wheeled out at stag parties for Health and Safety inspectors, but the film has the financial credibility of a plumber’s bill on New Year’s Eve. It is a masterclass in film-making ineptitude, a squalid waste of Lottery money, and an inexcusable gaffe by the UK Film Council. Confidence has rarely been higher in the British film industry, but the recent loss of significant tax breaks is about to hit investors with the cold douche of reality.

This sump of untreated dung is not the vote of confidence in “grassroots” British talent that we desperately need.

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Somehow, this doesn't rwally surprise me.

I thought it looked awful. Shame really.



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