I’ll admit it Paul. M Feeney – you almost got me with this one. Almost, but not quite. So.. where to begin with Episode 50?

It wasn’t the worst film I’ve ever seen. I mean, it wasn’t by a long stretch the best either, but not every horror can be my favourite otherwise I wouldn’t be able to decide which order to have them arranged in.

I see your Cannibal Holocaust, Nick, and I raise you a big, fat raspberry noise. I chose this one from the comments first, as you simply put the title there, with no explanation as to why this film is apparently so terrible. I assumed the worst... I assumed no explanation was needed. I ordered it, got all cosy with some blankets, and prepared myself to grimace for all the wrong reasons. Hell, I even put a pizza in the oven, just to mark the occasion if it so happened that you would manage to thwart my plans of loving all horror. *Grins*….. But you didn’t thwart my plans Nick… there was no thwarting here. Thwart. Sorry, I just like the word ‘thwart’. It goes hand in hand with other beloved words that I seldom hear these days, like plonker and twonk. But I digress….

BEFORE WE BEGIN…

Before we get into the review itself, here’s what you need to know. I once claimed that I love horror so much that I can find merit in, and enjoy, any horror film, no matter how dreadful it appears to be. In fact, I boasted that it would be impossible for someone to find a horror film that I can’t write a positive review about. And thus, this page was born! Come on guys - hit me with your best shot!