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An office party in London gets frisky.

Even if you go in with very low expectations, this is complete crud; it doesn't even work on its own terms as a sex farce because, at least until near the end, there's virtually no sex: mostly it's just office workers chatting to each other (the dialogue ain't good either) in David Grant's own office that he used to shoot this 'film' in over a weekend.

Lake looks puffy and does next to nothing, future Coronation Street star Briggs is noticeable, there's a camp chap who raises the odd smile and the ladies look nice but it's hardly a compensation.

Half an hour of hardcore footage was added for foreign markets, the lucky lot. Here in Blighty, it's impossible to imagine that the Soho cinema patrons were glad they'd paid for this.

I suppose it has some sort of minor cultural value, with its scenes of contemporary London and its scenes of social interaction between the office types. Track it down on the net if you wish (it's tricky, but it can be found), but don't expect much.

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.)