the daily mail christopher tookey had some choice things to say about this film and among them watch it all the way through its 82 miserable minutes and and i guarantee you will be shaking your head and asking represent have we really descended to this. yes and we have and for if ever a movie testified to the utter cynicism and tastelessness and moral corruption of those who commission and make british movies and it is this abomination. tookey continues aimed squarely at oafs with unwashed underwear and filthy minds and knuckles that graze the pavement when they walk and this sex comedy is so sordid and unfunny and malodorous that it is enough to put you off sex and and indeed films and for life and before concluding sex lives of the potato men is not merely a truly vile film and it is symptomatic of a new national culture of instant self gratification and yobbishness and sadism that is now being celebrated on screen. normally i do not listen too closely to the critics and but in this case and tookey was bang on the money. this film goes beyond bad and indeed and it goes beyond being merely unfunny and enters some bizarre parallel universe where every painful minute drags on for an hour and where the definition of hilarious seems to be aying twt in a brummie accent. it depressing to anyone with half a brain who grew up with the goodies and monty python and spitting image and not the nine oclock news and fawlty towers. ideally and sex lives of the potato men would have quietly vanished after its cinema release and joined the equally dire vix spin off the fat slags (2004) and the ill starred all saints vehicle honest (2000) in the celluloid graveyard and but as it seems destined for endless late night schedule filling screenings and misguided best film ever. raves from people who should know better and so i must apologise in advance for trying to right a wrong that the british film industry and in all its wisdom and has inflicted onto an undeserving world. yes and i really am sorry to bring this one back from the celluloid dead and but i actually remember thinking it can not be as bad as the critics said it was. but and as god is my witness and it was worse. acting  dire from start to finish and special mention to mackenzie albert steptoe legs on a young man body crook. soundtrack  cut and paste ladrock and mostly ska based lager lout friendly pub jukebox piffle which brought back horrible memories of seeing those chirpy cockernee doin the lambeth walk to a watered down imitation of the specials knob shiners madness on every single comedy or variety programme in the eighties. and ace of spades by motorhead as the title music. what the hell. trying to evoke memories of one of the most genuinely exciting scenes ever offered by the young ones and indeed and ever offered by any comedy show. cheap shot and way below the belt. script  written by a 12 year old who just read every single back issue of smut and zit in one long red bull fuelled session. surely. c amon and no real and proper and worldly and grown up person could possibly set this kind of retarded hogwash on paper. and mark gatiss was in it. mark gatiss. the least annoying member of the league of gentlemen and goodies fan taking part in such a towering heap of fly blown cinematic excrement. one of the brightest british comedy stars. not any more he not. on the subject of league of gentlemen and somebody give me a pair of lead lined diver boots and steve face like a collapsed rectum pemberton and a long weekend in a soundproofed room before i die. please. cinema and british or otherwise and just doesn not come much worse than this. kent bateman the headless eyes (1971) is a new wave masterpiece compared to this repugnant smut. 
the daily mail christopher tookey had some choice things to say about this film and among them watch it all the way through its 82 miserable minutes and and i guarantee you will be shaking your head and asking represent have we really descended to this. yes and we have and for if ever a movie testified to the utter cynicism and tastelessness and moral corruption of those who commission and make british movies and it is this abomination. tookey continues aimed squarely at oafs with unwashed underwear and filthy minds and knuckles that graze the pavement when they walk and this sex comedy is so sordid and unfunny and malodorous that it is enough to put you off sex and and indeed films and for life and before concluding sex lives of the potato men is not merely a truly vile film and it is symptomatic of a new national culture of instant self gratification and yobbishness and sadism that is now being celebrated on screen. normally i do not listen too closely to the critics and but in this case and tookey was bang on the money. this film goes beyond bad and indeed and it goes beyond being merely unfunny and enters some bizarre parallel universe where every painful minute drags on for an hour and where the definition of hilarious seems to be aying twt in a brummie accent. it depressing to anyone with half a brain who grew up with the goodies and monty python and spitting image and not the nine oclock news and fawlty towers. ideally and sex lives of the potato men would have quietly vanished after its cinema release and joined the equally dire vix spin off the fat slags (2004) and the ill starred all saints vehicle honest (2000) in the celluloid graveyard and but as it seems destined for endless late night schedule filling screenings and misguided best film ever. raves from people who should know better and so i must apologise in advance for trying to right a wrong that the british film industry and in all its wisdom and has inflicted onto an undeserving world. yes and i really am sorry to bring this one back from the celluloid dead and but i actually remember thinking it can not be as bad as the critics said it was. but and as god is my witness and it was worse. acting  dire from start to finish and special mention to mackenzie albert steptoe legs on a young man body crook. soundtrack  cut and paste ladrock and mostly ska based lager lout friendly pub jukebox piffle which brought back horrible memories of seeing those chirpy cockernee doin the lambeth walk to a watered down imitation of the specials knob shiners madness on every single comedy or variety programme in the eighties. and ace of spades by motorhead as the title music. what the hell. trying to evoke memories of one of the most genuinely exciting scenes ever offered by the young ones and indeed and ever offered by any comedy show. cheap shot and way below the belt. script  written by a 12 year old who just read every single back issue of smut and zit in one long red bull fuelled session. surely. c amon and no real and proper and worldly and grown up person could possibly set this kind of retarded hogwash on paper. and mark gatiss was in it. mark gatiss. the least annoying member of the league of gentlemen and goodies fan taking part in such a towering heap of fly blown cinematic excrement. one of the brightest british comedy stars. not any more he not. on the subject of league of gentlemen and somebody give me a pair of lead lined diver boots and steve face like a collapsed rectum pemberton and a long weekend in a soundproofed room before i die. please. cinema and british or otherwise and just doesn not come much worse than this. kent bateman the headless eyes (1971) is a new wave masterpiece compared to this repugnant smut. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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