I have no idea if these films are considered an embarrassment best forgotten or an alternative voice in cinema history that can be enjoyed without judgement. Who cares? It was fuckin' good fun.
East Surrey Young Conservatives meeting.
'70s interiors. A fascinating blend of bright plastics, brown surfaces and eye-tormenting awfulness.
"So, like, is that actually your hair or some weird plastic hat?"
You could possibly play cricket with that tie.