I've long been an admirer of this greasy slice of Brit trash. There's just something about the way the English do sleaze (even sleaze-lite, in this case) that always seems a little curdled. I always think that British stuff from around this era - the early to mid-eighties - is really evocative somehow. Desolate, almost claustrophobic. I wanted the killer to turn out to be Boon.
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