Close encounters of the Three Stooges kind.
I originally discovered this daffy lil’ British treat by unearthing a dusty VHS box from a bottom shelf at a long-forgotten (and greatly-missed) ’80s video store.
With VCR’s changing my life, allowing me to mainline movies at an often-terrifying rate, this wasn’t a world-changer like On the Waterfront or Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death.
But it still made for a pleasant afternoon — 91 minutes of no-brains-required good times — and I retain a fondness for it.
Making stupid into art is harder than it looks, but this crew cracked the code.