Being obsessionally neurotic about watching a film through to the end, whatever, I braved it. Strewth!. This is not a film for watching...it is a film for laying down and avoiding. Thankfully, I bought it secondhand and so use it as a spare 'taping' tape. The script?...I'm not sure there was one. Perhaps adapted from a 13 year olds english lit essay...it's D-(do again). Editting amateurish...the cinematography high-school level. Daltrey who gave us a credible 'McVicar', could do nothing with this junk. Fellow singer Toyah Willcox tries hard, bless her and Leslie Ash must dread this being uncovered. The other geezer...Terry Raven must never, ever even think about acting again. The whole thing smacks of one of those satirised 1960s porno films...same music as well...without the benefits of nudity. Ranks with my worst 10 films ever.
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