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Documentary in which political commentator Matt Walsh investigates race politics in the USA.

In turns hilarious and terrifying, this Daily Wire film gets under the skin of a deeply polarised modern America in which race activists monetise and amplify division, with predictably awful consequences (it makes things worse, not better).

Highlights include the interview with supremo race grifter Robin DiAngelo (who ends up giving a few dollars to the black man sitting near her), the wheelchair-bound uncle who is paraded in front of a class for telling an off-colour joke, the jaw-dropping meal where white women get told off by Saira Rao and Regina Jackson, and the DEI class where Walsh goes against the grain.

Walsh displays the skill and tenacity of Sacha Baron Cohen as Borat or Bruno at their peak, and the film - ignored by liberal media establishment outlets - is an important one, a clever and well-judged doc that you can't stop watching despite many agonising moments; the post credits scene is priceless too.

A photographer who has lost his licence due to drink driving seeks an au pair to drive him around. (Why an au pair?!)

Loopy trash (shot at Magna Carta Island!) that's deeply vacuous in its softcore version (and no doubt in its hardcore version too). The technical standards are among the lowest of the low: the acting is criminally bad, with line clashes and the two worst American accents in the history of cinema; a bizarre, jumbled story that makes zero sense; and murky, static photography that takes in the likes of a sex scene that is drowned out by a plane flying overhead.

Even better perhaps are the end credits, in which the actors try to stay as still as possible as they roll. It's hilarious, like something from a spoof.

Some of the ladies are attractive, some less so. Cutest is probably the main character's wife, who apparently did hardcore too. For the ladies there's even a fully naked bloke! (Amusingly NOT aroused even though he's about to jump on a beautiful naked lady.)

(After being after this for years I found it with a random Google search - it was on some obscure video site. I couldn't stream it properly on my computer, just on my phone, strangely.)

A lonely widowed housewife lives with her grown-up son, does domestic chores and occasionally prostitutes herself.

The BFI and its mouthpiece Sight And Sound magazine chose to destroy their credibility for at least a decade by naming this film the greatest ever made in 2022; it's impossible to exaggerate the stupidity of this decision, made by political obsessives and their useful zombie friends, none of whom know anything about real life.

This three-and-a-half-hour movie is not just an exercise in arthouse cinema taken to its zenith, it's actually trolling, it's actually quite aggressive in that it defies you to criticise it because it can then say you are ignorant: in that sense it was a perfect pawn to push into the culture wars raging in '22.

No matter how you prepare for viewing it, you cannot prepare for its sheer stultifying blankness and tedium, with a deeply uninteresting woman making meals, sitting in a chair, polishing shoes, shopping.... this is not cinema.

James Berardinelli's review has the measure of it.

It's actually so 'nothing' you can't help but burst into laughter intermittently, and it's excruciating to imagine how awkward, embarrassing and weird this must have been to sit through in the cinema, watching with other people. Did they hate men, hate motion pictures and love pretentiousness as much as the director clearly did?

On the plus side... it's different and bold in its intentions.