Apparently made in 2003 but looking like it was actually a product of the late 70's, this Brian Blessed starring Brit horror is absolutely ghastly, and being that I live in the UK and had never even heard of it until now tells you something about how good it is.
This bastard child of Director James Shanks has finally seen the light of day overseas, where no one can question the quality of the work until they've acquired it and found out that it's too late.
Featuring a performance from the most unappealing lead male ever, this follows the lead of 'The Omen', 'The Calling' and just about every other British horror movie ever, as they all involve suspicious locals who get up to no good in the local community.
The cast are so plummy it's unreal and don't even get me started on the aesthetics. The film looks awful thanks to bad lighting and even the odd appearance from film grain, and what was with the cameraman? I often felt as though he was bursting for the loo and couldn't stop shaking his leg, and he wasn't the only one dying for a slash. If this had even dared to cross over into psycho slasher territory it might have been surprisingly good. Instead it copied every other British horror film that went before it and ended up being one of the dullest movies I've ever seen.
Perhaps I'm being a bit harsh but the fact that I saw 'The Machinist' before this meant that it would take a lot to impress me, and this sadly didn't come anywhere close to managing to please me. You know your movie's in trouble when the only redeeming feature that gets your film one star is a scene where the only endearing actor in the piece sets his farts alight at a late night beach barbecue. This has some freaky cover art and nice overhead shots of the beautiful Cornish coast, but that's about all it has to offer anyone.