Vacuuming Completely Nude in Paradise Movie Review

This oddity comes to us courtesy of Danny Boyle and the BBC, a strange little digital video production that feels like it was tossed off in a weekend.

The action puts character actor Timothy Spall and The Office's Michael Begley in a car, selling vacuums door to door (not nude, by the way, and in England, not paradise). Spall's teaching his young acolyte that anything goes in the hunt for a sale, even if you have to lie your ass off or sleep with the lady of the house to get her to sign on the line. At the end of the road, after all, "The Golden Vac" awaits he who tallies up the most rubes.

Spall screams and Boyle whip-pans his way through 75 minutes, which can make for some truly trying cinema. Some of the gags are hysterical (Begley's girlfriend won't sleep with him until he makes his first sale, which he seems incapable of doing), some are inscrutible. Ultimately it's like trying to follow an acid trip with a map in Braille. Where will the story go next? God help us, we're sucked into this whirlwind without a tether.

In the end, Boyle manages to wrap everything up rather neatly, but our senses are unfortunately damaged for good. The polish of Trainspotting and Shallow Grave might be missing, but it isn't really necessary in such a throwaway story. It's hard to love Vacuuming Nude, but it's even harder to hate.