Dirty Sanchez: The Movie

Masochism is a pervasive presence in Welsh popular culture. There's the famously self-destructive boozing of Dylan Thomas and Richard Burton. The sheer self-loathing evident in a poem like Welsh Landscape by RS Thomas. There are the nihilistic suicides of Dorothy Edwards and Jon Lee. And who could forget Richey Edwards of Manic Street Preachers cutting '4 Real' into his arm for the benefit of a music journalist?

You could intellectualize this phenomenon as the defeated and colonized Welsh turning their frustration and anger inwards. Or you might choose to regard it as merely symptomatic of a Welsh taste for melodrama.

Dirty Sanchez on the other hand do masochism for a laugh. Dirty Sanchez: The Movie hits our cinemas this weekend with the boys on a mission to gross us out. With a plot based loosely around the seven deadly sins we'll see pain junkies Pritch, Dainton, Pancho and Joycey slicing off parts of their fingers, having liposuction without an anaesthetic and then drinking the human fat.

Is it just me or does masochistic agony sound funnier with a Welsh accent?