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Directed by Phil Claydon. Starring James Cordon, Mathew Horne, MyAnna Buring, Paul McGann.

Having only heard the title of this film, I expected a B-grade movie with fairly low production values, lots of blood and gore, and acting that was a wee bit shit. I guess I was expecting something akin to the Seventies and Eightiess teen slasher flicks, or Machete with vampires.

 
What I got was something a little different. It was quite good looking, visually, even if some of the scene titles made me feel like I was in the middle of an episode of Heroes. The acting was pretty good (if a bit hammy) with leading lads James Cordon (Fletch) and Mathew Horne (Jimmy) of British comedic fame steering the helm quite nicely. Then, of course, you have your throng of hot girls who are there just to look hot. Blood and gore were definitely present in the film, even if it took a while for the blood to start to spill. But the biggest surprise was that it was actually more comedy horror than straight-out gore slasher.
 

The film starts out with the obligatory legend of how a small English town came to be cursed with lesbian vampires by the vampire queen Camilla, necessary but kind of tedious. Then we are propelled into present day; Jimmy is dumped by his bitch of a girlfriend and Fletch is fired from being a clown for punching a kid. To cheer themselves up and clear their heads, they head out to aforementioned cursed town. Everything seems bit rubbish until they come across a lovely van load of ladies – party fun time ensues. Then the vampires strike.

 
Occupying similar territory to Shaun of the Dead, the film generate lots of lolz in between the blood and guts. It’s a pretty fun movie; I wouldn’t say it’s essential viewing but good enough to check out if you want to while away a rainy afternoon.