Vacuuming Completely Nude in Paradise (2001)

Actors

• David M. Thompson (producer)
• Timothy Spall (actor)
• Jason Croot (actor)
• Danny Boyle (director)
• Chris Gill (editor)
• John Murphy (composer)
• Susannah Buxton (costume designer)
• Hilary Salmon (producer)
• Andrew Cooke (miscellaneous crew)
• Jonathan Bridge (actor)
• Nathan Woods (miscellaneous crew)
• David Crellin (actor)
• Renny Krupinski (actor)
• Sandra Gough (actress)
• Eve Wheeler (miscellaneous crew)

Genres

• Comedy
• Drama

Taglines:

Your next sale may be your last!

Quotes:

Pete: The lady downstairs has collapsed - in there! She's in there all... collapsed! And then, there was fire, and I'm puttin' it out. I kicked a door. Oh god, I didn't know! She's still lying there! She's in there, dead, dead I tell ya! Sheila's gone. Oh, Sheila left me. I was in the street, I went in there [Pete points to the old lady's room] , you came; I don't know what's happening. Say something.::Tommy Rag: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Say it.::Pete: No!::Tommy Rag: Go on! Say it! Docious-ali-expi-fragilistic-ali-super! You're late! And you've got a partial picture of the 1966 England Wall Cop Squad on your forehead...

Tommy Rag: You're a veritable tabby-eared and scorched scrapbook of the 20th century! I don't want to know why; I don't want to know how. I've entered into Monty Python's missing sketch.

Tommy Rag: Ours is to sell or die.

Tommy Rag: OK. Now you're no longer a virgin, now you've done your first sale, it's your exams. Go through the rules.::Pete: Rule one: Give no quota. Two: Good breakfast. Three: Keep back cocked. Four: Seconds lead to sales. Five: Act like a spent knob.::Tommy Rag: What's rule number six?::Pete: Oh, come on. What?::Tommy Rag: Rule number six! There are no rules. You've passed.

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Wait - Hate Dept
• Seedling - Hate Dept
• More Like Me - Hate Dept
• Little Let Down - Hate Dept
• Leaving - Hate Dept
• Hit Back - Hate Dept
• Gone - Hate Dept
• Fireflies - Hate Dept
• Fiend - Hate Dept
• Coming Down - Hate Dept
• Anger Impulse - Hate Dept

When my fingers lost their touch
And my eyes lost their glow
Was when you discovered I was every man in a suit you'd always known
I know it's not cool to want me and I know it's not cool to say
I know it's not cool to love me so I'll wait
The lies I always told you
Were the same truth I'd proclaim

The big threads make no sound they go deaf with the rest
Leaving the downtown to the rats and the other pests
Cut back the fat cut back the staff cut the paycheck cut the milk maid
Pee on election day piss like the rest
Same words all sound like lies
Same face looks like someone to blame
Same house on the very same ground
Burn it down with all the glory we gave you bury you
The doggy in the backyard the one that bit you
Chomping on a bone digging a hole
It's a litle beast that makes us feel superior
The little treasure is forever it's own
Same words all sound like lies
Same face looks like someone to blame
Same day seems a little darker
Burn it down with all the guilt we feel bury you
New suit for the new clown fresh coat for the old god
Rant the illness spread the disease
A year to build the ship for a little flood
The disk proves your loyalty and the snap shot makes you sick

I'm feeling full of feeling; a little grey
A bit of drama on a lovely day
It's a simple thing
No confidence, no understanding, or itentity
You should have been more like the teacher
More like the father
More like the pastor
More like God
More like me
I'm dragging loneliness, I have no use for friends
I don't see myself that heavy
Kneel by my bed at night, I feel the family
I have the lights out, I have the darkness I need
My sympathetic eyes look down the sights
I find significance in the target
Look deep inside, hopelessness crashing on me
This act of desperation explodes
You should be more like the father
More like the sun
More like a giver
More like a taker
Not such a live(r)
More like a teacher
More like a dreamer
More like God
More like me
More like your mother
More like the father
More like the son
More like God

Failure is just a part of it
No matter how hard I try
Making a mess of every situation my whole life
Saying sorry is not the answer to letting you down
While I wait here in your shadow I'm turning it all around
I'm glad to disappoint you it's nice to let you down
I'm your little let down
Falling short of expectations is part of the routine
Reaching for the lowest standard is the only goal we've set for me
I'm so glad to disappoint you it's nice to let you down
I'm your little let down
These limitations that burden me must be the icing on your cake
The patience you've been gifted with how much more can you take?
Being sorry is not an excuse for letting you down but I'm so sorry

Mr. Optimistic Mr. Big Help go to Hell
Drugged out hippie in a flowery dress you smell
You won't change a thing
You can't change a thing
I think you should leave now
Pick up your savior and strong prayer and get out of here
Party people fun in the sun what's wrong with you?
I wish you would leave now
Good samaritan nature's friend you're no friend to me
Very old man tomorrow's soil thanks for nothing
You won't change a thing
You can't change a thing

Take from you lie to you waiting for you to hit back so hit back
Bought by you prepare for you to hit back so hit back
Make a future tear this system down

When your floated love bloated into my space
Did you ever consider the joy you might waste?
I need some of what you're on
I want to go where you've gone
This elation sensation you've been spreading around
Could you be this happy with your feet on the ground?
You're glowing overflowing you look like you could fly
Not knowing is not showing and you don't even try
Has your peace trip big love ship got a seat left for me?

Like another you or another me
Somebody else's mother living on somebody else's street
In a different skin you might say the same things
All the same words with all the same meanings
We can dress up for free
You go so far to get in with the out crowd
You're chasing fireflies
You work so hard to stay up on the downtown
You're chasing fireflies
Keep reaching so high still can't touch the ground
Trying to be whole pieces are all you've found
We can definitely hear you and absolutely see that
You want to have an explaination for who you're trying to be
We can all dress up for free

She peels off her tiny white dress while
Laying out tomorrow's best
The tingle inside is a reason to live
And everything is all I'll give
The break you need is to break me
If it makes you feel good
The rush you fiend is so simple
Stupid feel good
Getting off is all she knows
See yourself in a victory pose
But why should she pay for the best around

Seeing ourselves in a magazine makes us proud
So everyone grabs a brush like me
The silver paint looks great on the inside of this fucking cloud
The beat gets bigger and the dream does too
If a radio man has a vision for you but if he's drunk or deaf
Or in disguise like the rest then we'll do best if we screw one another
We felt so cool I felt so high but I'm coming down now
I'm coming down now the high is over I'm coming down now I feel so sober
So many places so many blank faces waiting to be told what's cool and what to be into
Could jump off a bridge to make MTV or overdose to qualify
As a rock star the place ain't packed the place ain't jumping our tunes are wack
And bad attitude's pumpin' the fantasy factory is cranking out lies take it
From a sucker who's locked on the inside

With a twinkle in my eye I believed that we are all the same
A mother tried to teach her young man to swallow all of the pain
If we go down there you're not coming back
I've tried to hide tried to fight the anger impulse
From some of you who held me down to some who just stepped on my fingers
Some of them just walked away and some went to get their big brothers
I feel my age and my thoughts have changed and now I know we're nothing alike