Some random viewing that might strike a chord with Brit-o-philes or comedy specialists; coming off the back of Flash Gordon, Mike Hodges unwisely got involved in this pretty awful vehicle for Mel Smith and Griff Rhys Jones, then household names in the UK for sketch show Not the Nine O Clock News. That programme was originally conceived as a break-out show-case for Rowan Atkinson, while also making a star of Pamela Stevenson, but owed much of it’s success to Smith and Jones, who successfully spun off their own series. For reasons hard to imagine, the duo don’t feature together in this film, handicapping their comic timing and hobbling this misbegotten venture that flopped hard on release.
Smith plays Bernard, an alien abandoned by his three alien colleagues when they crash land on earth; the film starts with an impressive motorway/spaceship crash that looked great in the film’s tv ads. Bernard is the smartest of the bunch, but finds his attempts to address rubbish bins as people to be less than fruitful. The intruders, played by Jimmy Nail, Paul Bown and Joanne Pearce, just look like normal people, but they are proper idiots, and soon become 1985’s version of a viral sensation; Jones plays a journalist for a television channel called UKTV who becomes a PR agent for the illegal aliens.
There’s a scattering of decent parody gags here; some joy is taken for puncturing the Spielberg-ian sense of awe that suffused so many 80’s films, and the best joke features the son et lumiere of Close Encounters segway-ing into a mighty Wurlitzer performance. But there’s literally nowhere for this comic idea to go; it just ends up as a series of shouted arguments in hotel rooms, despite the support efforts of tv stalwarts from both sides of the pond, Dinsdale Landen representing the UK, Hill Street Blues’ James B Sikking from the US.
Fans of the comic duo Smith and Jones can’t have been satisfied by watching Landen and Sikking when they’d paid to see their favourites; Not Again, a documentary about the making of the original Not The Nine O’Clock News show, gives some insight into how this misbegotten film got made. Hired as straight-men, Smith and Jones offered a low-key, blokey brand of humor compared to Atkinson, a performer ideally cast as a strange-voiced alien. All four became huge UK stars, and Smith and Jones didn’t feel connected to the juggernaut they were part of, and that disaffection is clear within this film, depicting show-business as a transitory brand of idiocy. In a sense, this pre-dates the trend of idiots as heroes, from the Tiger King to the Kardashians, making Morons From Outer Space a slightly more perceptive film than audiences could appreciate at the time.
This sounds hilarious (and maybe bad for many)! I have no idea what makes you want to watch these in particular. Do you have a preprogrammed rotation for what you watch, on top of the requests you get? 😮
It’s so random. Maybe 10 percent from film-makers. 40 percent from PR’s. The rest cycle through streaming services, requests, random finds, old DVD’s, suddent flashbacks to being 16; I ike to watch stuff I’m in the mood to see, although what I’m watching doesn’t always reacxh the blog straight away; right now, I’m working my way through 2021’s films, but won’t actually review them until week of release. It’s quite a wide range of stuff, only really works because I gerenally love the process. Too many worthy films+ have to balance them out with more fun items= vague editorial policy.
I thought this was a bit lazy at the time, a one-note joke.
It’s got more value as a curiosity piece now…
I don’t know, I bet some of the rubbish bins would be a step up from people I’ve met before.
Bins, bins, bins, bins are taking over my life. Why do I need five different bins?
Because the UK doesn’t allow stashes?
You shouldn’t stash anything in your bin apart from rubbish…
What about little bins? Can I stash little bins in the big bins?
They took my bin away a month ago and I’ve had to improvise until my new bin arrived last week; it’s rubbish!
I think bins are a metaphor for life.
You should write a post about metaphors for life. I bet it would be wildly popular!
Would you like to share your bin arrangements?
Life is a great big bin. So get all you can out of it, because everybody else is going to try to take your spot!
Strategic Elbow use is a must….
My bin spts are my bin spots. Since I have no neighbours, there’s no competion for bin spots.
That’s exactly what they want you to think! Don’t be fooled!
#stopthestealing
No-one is stealing from my bins. Or yours. There is no steal to stop.
5?? You Scotlandians are very rubbishy then. We only have 3 , recycling, ordinary, and garden waste -only from spring to Autumn- so only 2 bins for half the year. Why would you need more??
actually I just figured it out – you probably need 3 recycling ones for all the empty whisky bottles. And Irnbru cans.
Paper, plastic and glass should all be done separately. Yes?
NO. Paper goes in an insert in the main recycle bin, plastic and glass go in the big bit.
Well, we sort them all out in separate bins. So there.
So profligate.
That’s how we roll!
Someone needs to have a chat with that Jimmy Cranky fella you’ve got in charge up there. A shameful waste of bins I reckon.
Think it’s a tough, no nonsense woman in charge, that why we have a thorough bin system the envy of the world over. How’s that Trump knock-off down south? Any good?
Absolutely. Not. He’s a toady-eyed wazzock.
Agreed. No big political point, but I think Sturgeon could just about wire a fuse.
Still looks better than the Killer Klowns.
Are you doing a retrospecive on Killer Klowns?
That’s a movie I’m in no rush to revisit.
I guess you have to draw the line somewhere