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U.F.O. (1993)
I've only walked out of two movies
And this was one. So I can't tell you the ending. I can only tell you that ten minutes in I was praying for the sweet oblivion of the grave to overtake me so I wouldn't have to endure another second of this.
I thought I hated feminists. Turns out I like them more than I like Roy Chubby Brown, and this movie is the reason.
When he's doing his own stand up he can do timing nearly as well as Bernard Manning, so he gets away with real filth. And he's funny. This film doesn't allow for any of that, and it's censored, so all you get is his unrelieved hatred of women, without any comic timing to make the jokes bearable, and be able to make you laugh. Not even once.
It's the difference between being on a cruise ship deck and being down in the sluices, sliding around in the vomit from all the seasick people. Up on deck you might know that the ship has places you'd rather not go and spoil the cruise. This film is all sluice. And it would take weeks to wash it off. This film is an insult to the human condition. Watch it by choice only if you are on the edge of suicide and need something to push you over the edge with the sheer futility of human existence.