Why We Ate Cliff Richard
This article is from 2008.
A two-hander disaster story, this is a frantic set which at best resembles the shouty, anarchic energy of The Young Ones, but ultimately fails because of poor writing and uninventive plotting. Hank Marvin's flashy riffs hold things together and a celebratory ending almost makes up for its weaknesses.
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