Inbred

British director Alex Chandon (Cradle of Fear) returns to feature films after a ten-year hiatus with a twisted, Grand Guignol-style splatterfest that mixes hardcore, townie-in-peril horror with pitch-black humour. Taking the usual genre clichés and playing them for defiantly non-PC laughs, this low-budget horror sees a sketchy quartet of southern young offenders and their care workers (including This Is England's Jo Hartley) fall foul of local villagers during a rehabilitation weekend in remotest Yorkshire. It's an increasingly nightmarish scenario that's disturbing rather than scary - particularly in the Calvaire-meets-The League of Gentlemen mid-section, when the outsiders' intended fate is revealed. Chandon and his largely solid cast revel in the film's crude stereotypes, clunky in-jokes, and gleefully brutal deaths. Their riotous enthusiasm - most evident in Seamus O'Neill's scene-stealing pub landlord performance - is an asset, alongside the impressive special effects. These crowd-pleasing elements distract from a multitude of sins, allowing gorehounds and fan-boys, at least, to overlook the weaknesses in pacing, plot and characterisation.