Part of Dastardly Difficult December: film nr.29

If dialogue was a realm, this film would be king.

If swearing was a sport, this film would be the Olympics.

If clever screenwriting was a brothel, this film would be a $5000 an hour prostitute.

This film has more fucks than a porno, more laughs than a canister of nitrous oxide and is wittier than the illegitimate love child of Winston Churchill and Oscar Wilde.

Malcolm Tucker is my new personal hero.