The Bed Sitting Room ★★★

This post-apocalyptic comedy hopelessly extends its one-joke premise out to feature-length… it’s no wonder it put Lester in the doghouse for years. While one can appreciate its willingness to mock every British institution within reach, there’s no getting around the fact that the central gag (which scoffs as old traditions live on in the new world, like cockroaches) is not terribly witty nor well-developed. Instead, the film plays out almost as a set of loosely connected skits, featuring recurring characters that never quite transcend their archetypical nature. Not without interest, since it’s so singular, but frankly too repetitive and episodic to build any sort of comic or narrative momentum. “We’ve got a bomb on our hands!” read the film’s posters upon release, so at least they warned us.