From its offensive title through to its meaningless conclusion, this 1988 exercise in bad taste about a badly animated blue phallus, Aylmer, who gives mind-altering brain hickies to a college jock is about as fun as being the responsible driver for someone on a drug-addled night out - he's blown away by psychedelic lights and noise while you're cross-armed, po-faced, just watching someone walk down a street for two long minutes...for one actual example.
★☆☆☆☆
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