Sometimes a film can be summed up in one word. I’m not going to leave it at that, of course, but, for your reference, when it comes to ‘I’m Not Feeling Myself Tonight’ the word is pathetic.
|Barry Andrews gives a subtly nuanced performance.|
|It's amazing what you used to be able to get on the NHS.|
Jon Pigeon (Barry Andrews from ‘Blood On Satan’s Claw’) is a hapless twat who works as a sweeper upper at the Hildebrand Institute of Sexual Research. The Institute is a chaotic place full of ugly old men chasing screaming naked women and people in white coats making notes as couples shag on a trolley in the lecture theatre. It’s all very scientific.
|He feels a left tit.|
|AGNES goes portable.|
|Yes, it's little Mary Millington.|
|Ah, the sheer romance of it all.|
So, in summary, ‘I’m Not Feeling Myself Tonight’: it's pathetic.