Portaloo, I was just busting to go to you*

Last night I went to see the film that leaves you feeling flushed with national pride, 'Kenny'. Although it was quite original in its choice of subject -- the portable toilet industry -- it had the smell of a Working Dog production or any other of those you beaut 'Strayan films.

It delighted in a strange sort of inverted pretentiousness, gleefully rolling about in its own underdog excrement, and the potty jokes were at a pipe-blocking premium. In fact, at times it seemed the entire film was a vehicle for dumping a steaming pile of whopping toilet humour on a very willing public.

Don't get the wrong idea. I don't want to be a party poo-per, and I was quite impressed with the amount of laughs that can be scraped from the bottom of the pan. It's quite catching, as you can see, and there were some great one liners.

But it just felt like there was something missing at the other end. Even I get sick of something that goes into overkill when taking the piss, so to speak. At first Kenny's lisp-type thing which leaves him saying 'sh' instead of 's' is kind of funny. But after he's ploughed through a script that has him saying 'sit' and 'city' a thousand times it's more than just a tad silly.

On a more serious note, after watching 'Kenny', you can't go to the toilet in a public place without thinking. But when you lift the lid on this one it's not too pretty. Maybe I'm too sensitive about this issue, or perhaps The Overflow just isn't a good venue for a film about toilets. Whatever the reason, it didn't bowl me over.

*To be sung to the tune of 'Waterloo' by Abba