Budget
$100,000 (estimated)
Gross worldwide
$6,979
Budget
$100,000 (estimated)
Gross worldwide
$6,979
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By Jeromy 2022-10-11 19:12:43
Epilepsy Inspiration or Weirdness
I always think it's the weather in the UK that makes the UK have such a weird humour, pay attention, it's weird and not weird, weird that people can't understand and can never find the reason for, weird that no brain can produce . This kind of weirdness is like the inspiration that comes from epileptics and epilepsy and epilepsy constantly. It is definitely not born from the brain, whether it is left brain or right brain, human brain or monkey brain.
So, in my lifetime, I must go to...
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By Bailee 2023-09-29 00:01:59
The film version of Flying Circus is a remake of a collection of classic old...
By Romaine 2023-09-06 09:50:26
nonsensical...
By Winston 2023-08-30 00:17:16
Although some language stalks are incomprehensible, most of the silly and nonsense can still make people laugh, it is really too creative,...
By Gracie 2023-08-18 11:12:14
I love it! Can't see...
By Vicenta 2023-08-16 16:27:06
Unprecedented performance, the ancestor of spoofing...
Sergeant-Major: Now, I would just like to point out that this film is displaying a distinct tendency to become SILLY. Now, nobody likes a good laugh more than I do... except, perhaps my wife... and some of her friends. Oh, yes, and Captain Johnson. Come to think of it, most people like a good laugh more than I do, but that's beside the point! I'm warning this film NOT to get SILLY again! Right!
[a vicar is attacked by keep-left signs]
Sergeant-Major: Right! Stop that! It's SILLY. Very SILLY indeed! Started off as a nice little idea about old ladies attacking young men, but now it's just got SILLY! His hair's too long for a vicar, too, and you can tell those are not proper keep-left signs! CLEAR OUT, THE LOT OF YOU!
[the vicar and the keep-left signs depart]
Mungo the Cook: You bastards! You vicious, heartless bastards! Look what you've done to him! He's worked his fingers to the bone to make this place what it is, and you come in with your petty feeble quibbling and you grind him into the dirt, this fine, honorable man, whose boots you are not worthy to kiss! Oh... it makes me mad...
[Slams cleaver into the table]
Mungo the Cook: Mad! Stark, stirring... MAD!