Four young people are crime visit the small Yorkshire village of Mortlake. They never know that this village where seems to be safe they have to face many terrible events.
The row behind me had the night of their lives. They roared with laughter. They clapped. They shouted "get in!", as characters were brutalised. This, however, was the row reserved for the cast and their friends.
Director Alex Chandon clearly has no truck with the PC-brigade with this gorily offensive horror that revels in a mean streak as wide as the Humber yet is lifted by a sense of humour as keen as a Sheffield blade.
It is, alas, stuck down the very same 'dirty hole' of the British horror market where the likes of Lesbian Vampire Killers and Evil Aliens reside, desperate to pump their captive audience full of all the shit it can take and more.
