A shapeless, amorphous mess, with loads of obtuse symbolism, bored walk-throughs by semi big stars, absolutely no suspense, and Sheryl Lee screaming. A lot.
PBS throws its viewer-sponsored hat into the late-night ring with the US premiere of the award-winning English sitcom, There’s A Bloody Pouf In My Sodding Flat!
This film achieves what it sets out to do, something rarely attempted in American film: A horrifying glimpse of a moral abyss in the guise of character study.