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Competition | Affection
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Best Soundtrack | 2017
Michael St. Michaels was John Travoltas hair dresser.
All male genitalia seen in this film are prosthetics.
The grease that they used was tapioca pudding
Produced by Ben Wheatley ('High Rise','A Field In England') and Elijah Wood ('Lord of the Rings', 'Wilfred').
The first cut was about 2h15, but they edited out about 45 minutes.
"Big Ronnie: Well who likes the Bee Gees? Well this is where they came up with that fabulous spunky song, Night Fever. Indian Tourist: What do you mean came up with? Big Ronnie: They wrote the lyrics while they were standing in this doorway. Indian Tourist: Why were they standing in this doorway? Big Ronnie: They were waiting for a friend to pick them up! They were going out for Chinese and celebrating his birthday! Indian Tourist: Can you verify that please? Big Ronnie: Trust me I know disco! Indian Tourist: I thought free drinks were included in this tour? Big Ronnie: No! There's no free drinks! I don't know where you got that idea? Indian Tourist: It said in the brochure. Big Ronnie: The information you got is bullshit! Indian Tourist: We don't need even fizzy drinks, just water would be enough. Big Ronnie: You. Got. False. Information! Indian Tourist: We must have free drinks! Big Ronnie: No. Free. Drinks! Senegalese Tourist: Free drinks now! Big Ronnie: No free drinks! Indian Tourist: Come on we want free drinks! Scandinavian Tourist: Free drinks. Senegalese Tourist: WE must have free drinks! Big Ronnie: No! Free! Drinks! Senegalese Tourist, Scandinavian Tourist, Indian Tourist: Free drinks! Free drinks! Free drinks! Free drinks! Free drinks! Free drinks! Free drinks! Free drinks! Big Ronnie: No! Free! Drinks! Scandinavian Tourist: Frei drinkin! Big Ronnie: Nichts! Frei! Drink!"
"Big Brayden: Dad! Were you here the whole time! Big Ronnie: Yes! Janet: Don't hide under Brayden's bed! Big Ronnie: Hey! You're my girlfriend! And by the way, he wouldn't even exist if he hadn't flown out of my long juicy prickus! [turns to Brayden] Big Ronnie: And as for you, as your father I forbid you to marry! And one other thing, you're evicted. So it's time for you to fuck off. Big Brayden: We're leaving right now and we're leaving gladly! Janet: Brayden will be moving into my place, he'll be much happier there, and he can twattle my twat anytime he wants! And I don't care if he craps on the bed, I'll rub it on my tits! Big Brayden: Yeah dad! We don't need you, and it kills you to think that Janet loves me! And guess what? I love her! And you were right about one thing though dad, she is a hootie tootie disco cutie! Big Brayden, Janet: Hootie tootie disco cutie! Hootie tootie disco cutie! Hootie tootie disco cutie! Hootie tootie disco cutie! Hootie tootie disco cutie! Hootie tootie disco cutie! Hootie tootie disco cutie! Big Brayden: Just so you know, he tried to impress me with a loud fart once. He put his legs behind his head and he shouted someone's cutting the cheese. Instead of just gas a big glob of turd flew out of his butt like a rocket. It did a loop-d-loop near the wall and landed on the bed. So if anyone's a bed crapper around here it's him! Janet: That must have been tough. Big Brayden: Yeah. It looked like a big brown finger. It was pointing right at me. Janet: If he really is the greasy strangler, you have to kill him."
