It is perhaps significant that this reviewer was handed a complementary can of German strongbrew before the screening of this film in which foul-mouthed stand-up "comedian" Roy "Chubby" Brown is kidnapped by feminist aliens and put on trial for all his misogynist outpourings as from there on in the plot wavers as uncontrollably as the comedian's fleshy midriff. Not that serious Chubby devotees will care very much, as this offers ample opportunity for the "fat one" to fire off a salvo of smutty, offensive and often yes! very funny one-liners.
It's a credit to Brown that his deftness of delivery holds together an increasingly embarrassing script, while Lloyd Pack and Stockbridge, as aliens from the planet Clitoris ("That's near Uranus, isn't it?!" Hur, hur), are left to make heavy work of some particularly puerile puns.
What could have been a classic Brit comedy ends up as a messy patchwork of sketches, with even Brown himself admitting he didn't have a clue what was going on most of the time. A hastily reworked ending designed, apparently, to leave the way open for a sequel only adds to the confusion. It is certainly Carry On-esque in places, but where Sid James and co. would have made do with a knowing wink, Chubby shoves it straight down one's gaping gob, crooning, "I'm a c***, I'm a c***," during the closing credits after 80 minutes' worth of wanton filth. Yet for all its horribleness, U.F.O. has the other C-word written all over it. And that, of course, is "cult".