Review by joachimokeefe

A rock/pop band ('Billy Beethoven)'s manager wins a holiday to a Spanish resort. Utter, ugly, tedium ensues. Was it deliberate that the three girlfriends's T-shirts had 'Bethoven' on them? Possibly to show that they while adorable, they were irredeemably thick, as all women were thought to be in 1975.

What's so bad about 'TFA' is the gap between what you might expect from a cast full of contemporary English thesps and the result. Richard Beckinsale through to John Le Mesurier via Diana Dors, George Baker and Robert Lindsay, are given a script written one lunchtime in a pub by Tudor Gates, who stood as Liberal candidate for Bethnal Green, coming third, and was a shop steward for Bectu, the film electricians' union. He shouldn't have given up the day job.

Everything is horrible. The locations, the clothes, the music, the jokes, the Costa Del Sol, the cars, the BA Trident pumping out fumes, the direction, the lighting, the sound. The cast probably each set their careers back 10 years just by appearing in it.

If you're ever tempted to write,"'This is the worst film I've ever seen", give 'TFA' a thought. It's the worst film anybody could ever see. It actually smells bad.