Respect to Stewart Lee for not only managing to sit through the whole of Who Dares Wins, but inflicting it on pseudy intellectual Barbican-types who were probably expecting standard hi-larious “so-bad-it’s-good” fare.
In the generality, Lee is absolutely spot on: the bloated, morally vacuous Jerry Bruckheimer product is infinitely more contemptible than the naffest of Godzilla movies. Fortunately however, posterity tends to agree. Does anyone think Con Air will be screened by anyone in 50 years time?