. . . gurgles down the sewer drain (after England's ill-advised "Brexit" demonic Conservative Tory Folly) popped up when I was channel surfing the other night. Cleverly programmed to coincide with this month's May-December wedding uniting "Theresa" with "the Teflon Don," BED SITTING ROOM pictures an England burrowing into the Trash Heap of History. With roughly 100% of the beleaguered isle's populace "on the dole," stone-skipping, voyeurism, and producing babies out-of-wedlock serve as the primary British pursuits under the New Order. The Queen's corgis have been elevated to key posts in the misspelled U.K. "Department of Defence," and the Royal Family no longer feels any need to conceal their institutional virulent Racism. Addressing the issue of whether new-born "Prince Archie" will be welcome at Buckingham Palace, a super-octogenarian "Prince Phil" states "We'll have to post a sign reading, 'No Coloreds. No Children. And certainly no Colored children!'" (44:15). Some Great Empires, such as the Third Reich and the House of the Rising Sun, have gone out with big bangs. But BED SITTING ROOM shows that the so-called "British Empire" is doomed to expire with a weakling's whimper.
Review of The Bed Sitting Room
The Bed Sitting Room
(1969)
This documentary showing how Grate Britain . . .
7 June 2019
Warning: Spoilers