Last Friday I was feeling a bit run down and in need of a recharge given that it was six days since returning from overseas holiday. So after work McBec, Goobermetrics, TAC and I jumped in a hire car and headed for a rental unit near the wineries of the Mornington Peninsula for two days of drinking and, well, drinking.

On Saturday evening we arrived home a little tipsy and with an offensive amount of booze and cheese in the boot. Goober and I had planned to find a pub to watch Australia vs. Japan but just couldn’t face the long walk (cos drinking and driving is bad, m’kay?) so we all went through the four DVDs in the TV cabinet and came across this one.

Needless to say we simply had to chuck Mrs Henderson Presents on the 6 inch 4:3 aspect ratio television to find out exactly how bad a movie has to be to attract Alan Jones’ recommendation.

After 25 minutes TAC went to bed.

After 70 minutes I went to bed.

After 85 minutes McBec and Goober gave up and went to bed.

The only insight we gained was that Jones probably endorsed the film because there was a shot of Bob Hoskins’ penis in it. This is what the DVD player thought of Mrs Henderson Presents.

Root(ed)