Clockwise

With Cleese at his peak and in his element as a hilariously repressed and pedantic authoritarian who is gradually submitted to one humiliation after another, this should have been a slam-dunk classic farce, but with pacing that is so curiously clunky, and a screenplay scattered with too many characters, means the farcical elements never have a chance to build a head of steam, leaving only a few chuckle-worthy punchlines amongst the sometimes-dreariness. Full marks to Cleese (who is as perfect here as you would imagine), and the joy in seeing so many icons of the British comedy alumni pop up (I counted at least three FAWLTY cameos).