Zany, kooky, wacko, bizarro, whatever word you can think of, The Bed Sitting Room is probably that. An absurdist romp through post-nuclear London where the survivors try to carry on their daily routines despite the fear of mutating into everyday objects is an insane concept, and it ends up being one of the weirdest things I've ever seen. It's also absolutely dreadful. It's that kind of 'intelligent' British humour where the characters are needlessly verbose and just ramble on in an attempt to appear witty. Don't get me wrong, there's a handful of decent gags here, but they're floating in a sea of nothingness that amount to more-or-less 1 laugh every 15 minutes. I was on this films side in the beginning, what with the BBC reporter gag and all (he goes door-to-door to all the survivors just to sit behind a broken TV screen and pretend to report on the news) but by the 30 minute mark I couldn't take its quirky crap anymore. Why I decided to push on I do not know.
The film is trying to make some grander statement on society but amidst all the 17-month pregnancies, floating cars, and men-into-bird transformations, it all becomes a bit too abstract to pick up on anything. It's got some nifty production design, credit where credit is due, but they also employ this hazy red-yellow-green colour filter every now and then that washes out the sets and makes me want to vomit.
Chalk it up to surrealism, but it's a mad experience that hurts my head and depletes me of any energy, making it one of the more thoroughly unenjoyable films I've had the displeasure of sitting through.
Zany, kooky, wacko, bizarro, whatever word you can think of, The Bed Sitting Room is probably that. An absurdist romp through post-nuclear London where the survivors try to carry on their daily routines despite the fear of mutating into everyday objects is an insane concept, and it ends up being one of the weirdest things I've ever seen. It's also absolutely dreadful. It's that kind of 'intelligent' British humour where the characters are needlessly verbose and just ramble on in an attempt to appear witty. Don't get me wrong, there's a handful of decent gags here, but they're floating in a sea of nothingness that amount to more-or-less 1 laugh every 15 minutes. I was on this films side in the beginning, what with the BBC reporter gag and all (he goes door-to-door to all the survivors just to sit behind a broken TV screen and pretend to report on the news) but by the 30 minute mark I couldn't take its quirky crap anymore. Why I decided to push on I do not know.
The film is trying to make some grander statement on society but amidst all the 17-month pregnancies, floating cars, and men-into-bird transformations, it all becomes a bit too abstract to pick up on anything. It's got some nifty production design, credit where credit is due, but they also employ this hazy red-yellow-green colour filter every now and then that washes out the sets and makes me want to vomit.
Chalk it up to surrealism, but it's a mad experience that hurts my head and depletes me of any energy, making it one of the more thoroughly unenjoyable films I've had the displeasure of sitting through.
