DVD cover You know the experience where you gou out to the pub, settle in for the envening, and enf up having an outrageously funny conversation about something very silly – Shakespeare the transport radical, for example, or how Eastenders is filmed by ants. And then, for whatever reason, you find yourself repeating the conversation to someone the next day and they look at you as if you are mad?

Well, maybe it’s just me.

I mention this because every one of the six short films that make up People’s Broken Noses Compliment Their Broken Faces struck me as being one of those ideas that sounded great in the pub, but really shouldn’t have been filmed.

We have, for example The Shitter, a film about a serial shitter that attempts to use the word shit as repetitively as possible. This is a four beer idea and whoever wrote it down should have thrown the beermat away the following morning.

Next up is Daubit Crigh, which at a mere four minutes is mercifully short. The film takes the form of a one sided conversation set in a diner. So far so good, but jerky camerawork and florescent green subtitles do not go well together.

And then there is Mr Blast which starts with our eponymous hero being thrown out of a pub and continues to follow him as he staggers down the street attacking everyone he meets. I’m sure Mr Blast had a blast. I didn’t.

Next up is Tretmikaria Trilobite a largely animated experimental film. Maybe there was something in there about who is the puppetmaster’s puppetmaster but the film simply isn’t engrossing enough to make me want to care.

The Gamut of Now Destroy is essentially soft porn shot in negative. This sort of visual gimmickry worked in small doses for Michael Nin but, when stretched over nearly 28 minutes, it becomes merely unpleasant.

This short did have quite an effective twist at the end, but it took far, far too long to get there.

And all that I can say about Vexed is that I’m glad I don’t suffer from epilepsy.

Independent films can be incredibly original and, at their best, can explore themes that more mainstream filmmakers simply can’t or won’t touch. On the other hand, independent films at their worst can be gimmicky, self indulgent and painful to watch.

Unfortunately, People’s Broken Noses Compliment Their Broken Faces, falls very firmly into the latter category.