Its premise is excellent and it has obviously been assembled with more care than the average British independent film. The film is shot on DV and its limitations are clear the lighting is patchy and the colour balance is inconsistent. Of course, we know something that the other characters don't, namely, that Donald is a homicidal maniac. In particular, the violence fails to shock because we are expecting it throughout. The film is not, it turns out, as offensive as it tries to be. Some people may even be offended by the suggestion that Julie Andrews (in her Sound Of Music novice nun role) is the object of a bizarre sexual fetish. Many people will take exception to the depiction of Jesus Christ as a strapping black man with a huge Afro hairdo, who sits benignly through all the various shenanigans, smiling or laughing quietly to himself. The language is strong, the violence is graphic, the sexual content is unseen but highly dubious. What follows is described by the tagline as containing 'moments of inoffensive material'. His evening is ruined when a succession of visitors invite themselves in.
David Threlfall is suitably menacing as a psychotic loner who, stuck with the murdered body of his local curry house, has nothing to do but prepare for his regular sexual encounter with a tub of Ben And Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream and a local am-dram actress with a passing resemblance to Julie Andrews.
