Bottom
Bottom
8.395%7.9
Living in a squalid flat, perpetually unemployed, skint, bored, and sexually frustrated, virgin Richie Richard and carefree alcoholic Eddie Hitler are social outcasts at the bottom of the heap in society and spend their days scheming, bickering, and being sadistic to each other.
Richard reviewed
26 października 2025•
Saw it on TV, bought it on DVD and even went to see the last live show and it was gloriously filthy, violent, and brilliant.
Rik Mayall and Adrian Edmondson’s Richie and Eddie are two of the most dysfunctional flatmates ever committed to screen.
Living in a grimy Hammersmith bedsit, they spend their days scheming, failing and beating each other senseless with frying pans, cricket bats and anything not nailed down.
It’s slapstick, it’s savage and it’s somehow still tender, in a deeply twisted way.
The writing is pure anarchic genius: fart jokes, sexual frustration and surreal one liners delivered with manic energy and perfect timing. Watching it on TV in the ’90s felt like discovering a secret language of chaos.
Owning it on DVD meant you could rewind the best bits, the headbutts, the insults, the moments where Rik and Ade cracked each other up mid scene.
And seeing Bottom Live Tour in person? That was the cherry on top.
The final stage show was a riot, raw, unfiltered and packed with ad libbing, audience winks and the kind of energy that only Rik and Ade could summon.
It felt like saying goodbye to a pair of old, deranged friends, with one last slap to the face.
Richard reviewed
26 października 2025•
Saw it on TV, bought it on DVD and even went to see the last live show and it was gloriously filthy, violent, and brilliant.
Rik Mayall and Adrian Edmondson’s Richie and Eddie are two of the most dysfunctional flatmates ever committed to screen.
Living in a grimy Hammersmith bedsit, they spend their days scheming, failing and beating each other senseless with frying pans, cricket bats and anything not nailed down.
It’s slapstick, it’s savage and it’s somehow still tender, in a deeply twisted way.
The writing is pure anarchic genius: fart jokes, sexual frustration and surreal one liners delivered with manic energy and perfect timing. Watching it on TV in the ’90s felt like discovering a secret language of chaos.
Owning it on DVD meant you could rewind the best bits, the headbutts, the insults, the moments where Rik and Ade cracked each other up mid scene.
And seeing Bottom Live Tour in person? That was the cherry on top.
The final stage show was a riot, raw, unfiltered and packed with ad libbing, audience winks and the kind of energy that only Rik and Ade could summon.
It felt like saying goodbye to a pair of old, deranged friends, with one last slap to the face.
