The I-Say Team!

Ever wondered what a sepia-tinged post-War British village green version of 'The A-Team' might be like? Neither had we until we came across this slice of raffish insouciance from YouTube bounder and corduroy-coloured cad dbroon1. Sounds like a Jocko to us, but no matter, what?

ERH ditches the movies to indulge in a spot of naked nostalgia with this ribald skit that sees Hannibal and the boys whisked away from their weekly barneys with sweaty rednecks, lisping drug lords and pan-fried gangbangers to a sepia-tinged world of gentility, reserve and powdered egg; where pratfalls have replaced RPGs and problems are solved not with high speed car chases and cabbage-firing bazookas but with a stern open letter to The Times.

Carry on!

Genre Specific: 'John Bull on the Moon!'

Genre Specific - voyager on the eggshell rim of cinema's event horizon - splashes down in the shallow sea of films that planted a Union Jack on the moon and Plucky Little England at the heart of the space race. Come with us as we take one small step for a gentleman, one giant leap for gentlemankind...

Rewind: Two Idiots In Hollywood (1988)

... a celluloid two-step in which the fourth wall is nothing but a whirling disco ball into which the cast and crew pontificate, proselytise and plead for forgiveness...

Hawaiian Punch!

The ERH Shit You Could Have Easily Found On Youtube By Yourself Desk 'brings you' 129 carats of 80s advertising gold that bejewel that cosy, familiar Reagan-era line between the stiflingly snug and the sexually over-aggressive. The Pac-Man cartoon, 'American Bandstand', a brand of mints called 'Certs' that seem to perform as a kind of quick-release fresh-breath date-rape drug and Joanie still loves Chachi? ERH is in ERHeaven...

Rewind: Caveman (1981)

Ringo Starr - for it is he - grunts, tokes and bongos through that elephant’s graveyard of a genre - the comedy caveman caper.

Photo Archive: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

Do they make films like this these days? Aerosmith, Lurch from The Addams Family and end-of-the-pier pervert Frankie Howerd mugging their way through The Beatles' 'Come Together'? What would be the modern iteration of this - U2, a CGI Mr Snuffleupagus and Jimmy Carr belting through through 'Champagne Supernova' (note to self: that actually sounds rather quite diverting)?

Our trawl through the flood-damaged basement that houses the ERH filing system - as well as our deepest, darkest cinematic peccadilloes - brings us to Saturday Night Fever producer Robert Stigwood's flabbergasting Beatle-free 1978 rock opera Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

Starring Peter Frampton as the one and only Billy Shears, it's a motley grab-bag of re-recorded Beatles tunes strung together by turns from the The Bee Gees, Alice Cooper, Dame Edna, and peaks with an unglued version of 'Maxwell's Silver Hammer' delivered by a top-form Steve Martin in full-on Wild & Crazy Guy mode.

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Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance Review

'Murder by Man-Cycle'? Yep, that just about sums it up. Not even ERH's all-consuming Cage fetish can keep our Little White Lies review from burning some heavy, heavy rubber all over this gummy, flaccid BMX-ecrable sequel.