"Bless me Father for I have committed an indiscretion. Last night I was tempted into watching a film which mocks all that ice skating holds dear. I was seduced by the cover and took it home in a brown paper bag. Yes, it was wrong. Yes, it was absolutely ridiculous. No, it doesn't exactly break new comedy ground. The story line is predictable. Mmm - two male skaters who, after being thrown out of ice skating for having a girlie punch up on the podium and a subsequently depressing period trying to make a living, end up competing in the pairs competition. No, they hate eachother (obviously), bond eventually (naturally) and attempt a move which has only ever resulted in disaster. I can't possibly reveal the ending because it is just so totally unpredictable. OK, I'm lying. Sorry. I have just watched something which is rude, crude, ludicrous and extremely funny. It doesn't matter who the actors are really, Father, because they are reprising old roles. What does matter is that I think, after a hard day in your office, when you're worn down by the cares of the world and the seriousness of life, you should go and borrow this yourself. You may not be able to admit that you enjoyed it in polite company but you probably will. Throw caution to the winds, take it out in a brown paper bag, rent "Zoolander" and "Dodgeball" at the same time and have an evening of madness and merriment. It worked for me. The important thing is not to be snobbish about it. It's camp, crazy and a bloody good giggle. Ooops. Another indiscretion."