Those two words sum up this whole movie. All 55 peculiar minutes of it. Cyril is trying to write an "ode" (though god knows why!) and struggling, and he drifts off into a slumber while still muttering over it. What follows is the most bizarre dream sequence ever, where the imaginary man he is thinking of is conjured up and spends the night with them, making whatever they say come true. The tiny dinner party is a grand feast, all the ladies have fine dresses, the vintage is a classic '89. BUT! This isn't the usual Merlin who magics things up from nowhere, all the finery has been "stolen" from other places, and those people readily want their payout. Betty and Cyril try and get rid of the conjurer, but just antagonise him and turn him into a malicious monster. Good grief, where do they come up with these ideas? 7/10 (it may have been silly, but it was short and absorbing!)
