Car Trouble

Ye olde urban legend about the couple trapped in the throes of passion on the front seat of a car might have provided enough comic mileage for a short sketch, but here the single gag is stretched out, excruciatingly, to feature length. Walters goes into vaginal spasms after a shunt in an E-type Jaguar with lover-boy mechanic Ricotta, while air-traffic controller hubby Charleson's response is axe-wielding psychosis. Somehow it manages to be even cruder and duller than this sounds, though mercifully they thought better than the originally scripted ending, which sought a hilarious pay-off from a collision between two jumbo jets.