Folks by the name of Moriarty or KrullWarrior45 have chimed in about how this reminds them of An American Werewolf In Paris or Braindead, and certainly these comparisons are reasonably justified. Another flick sprung into The Duke's mind, though, and the flick in question was The Second Coming, about how Christopher Eccleston is the Son Of God. This might be hard to believe when you look at some of the films Eccleston has been in, but hey, there's almost thirty-odd years unaccounted for in the life of the original Jesus, so who knows, maybe he made some really shit films too, before he met up with Mad Max in the desert.

Anyway, the point is that The Second Coming, which was written by Russell T Davis who also penned the wonderful Queer As Folk for Channel 4, was all about really unbelievable shit going down in the old U of K, but because it had good characters and great dialogue and was very witty, it made it all seem oddly credible, even when you looked out the window and saw folks pissing up against taxis.

Anyway, what I think is that this deserves to be seen, and it's a damn blessing that it's got so much of the yacking thrown in its direction. Because I haven't saw a really good British film since Ewan Goes Trainspotting, and it gets to me man, I walk down the street I feel like I got Gangster Cliché-Hogging Cunt written across my shoulders.

Also, it's got the best usage of a Smiths song since The Best Of The Smiths - The Video Collection.

Thanks, Shaun Of The Dead, for getting my shoulders all nice and clean again. Could still do with a shave, though.

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