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Pretty Manhattanites, neurotic writer Kate (Jen Lilley), and her more gregarious photographer friend Jayne (Amy Groening) are on assignment to picturesque Band to interview a reclusive author. Upon arrival in this snowpeaked paradise the inevitably cutsey love-matching is above average. The likeable performances are engaging, with an enjoyably effervescent text, and the dazzling winter wonderland backdrop of beautiful Banf provide wonderful distractions. It's somewhat unusual for a glossy Hallmark rom-com to be almost entirely cheese free, Snowkissed feels far less synthetic, as there's a tangibly unforced charm to these handsome couples amorous coupling. I enjoy the sugary, glutinous sentimentality of Hallmark fare, but Snowkissed's life affirming positivity is edifying. The dazzling natural splendour of Banf is no small part of the film's appeal, and Kate and Noah's (Chris McNally) grand gesture is quite lovely!

Gary Daniels is a muscular, rudimentary actor whose limited dramatic capabilities are boldly contrasted by his exemplary martial artistry. Bloodmoon is another violent iteration of the maniacal kung Fu killer, happily, I happen to have yen for maniacal kung Fu killers! The exhilarating fights are plentiful and brutally executed, while the plot and dramatic content are less meticulously rendered.

Frank Gorshin unleashes one of the more noisome, memorably hypertensive police chiefs, Chuck Jeffreys' conspicuous Eddy Murphyisms prove distracting, with Gary Daniels tortured profiler about as convincing as John Wayne's Genghis Khan. Deathdealing dynamo Darren Shalavi's masked psychotic pugilist remains one next level, ferociously femur fracturing fiend! I can't imagine that Bloodmoon is widely regarded as a cult film, but the singular acting choices, dismal dialogue and compellingly kinetic combat elevates Bloodmoon to higher echelon DTV thrill-spiller, and should you appreciate an overwrought rooftop climax, this one's a doozie!

Spawned from the same tweaked mind as Canadian horror cult 'Things', resembling the madly misanthropic progeny of H. G Lewis's The Gore Gore Girls', Barry J. Gillis's similarly warped follow-up is no less unhinged! The appropriately monikered 'Wicked World' is lurid proof positive that gratuitous violence, gratuitous nudity, gratuitous narration and gratuitous tan lines are NEVER gratuitous! Driven incandescently mad by a searing hatred of mankind, drenched in downbeat delirium, the deliciously demented death-spree of this sinisterly storytelling serial killer are not soon forgotten!

Weirdly, the shoestring budget merely tightens the addictive mania of this gloriously wrong-headed mindbomb! Having all the dramatic nuance of an improvised school nativity play, like an especially gruesome carwreck, 'Wicked World' proves morbidly irresistible, one is compelled to watch! Suspending disbelief simply won't cut it, to more fully experience the apocalyptic sensibilities of 'Wicked World', viewers must be willing to temporarily detach themselves from reality! Accept the unacceptable, digest the indigestible, and fathom the unfathomable, like culinary eccentricities laverbread, and surstromming, 'Wicked World' is, perhaps, an acquired taste!

No butchers, bakers, or candlestickmakers but an earnest small-town bookstore owner who discovers that her beloved store is under threat from corporate property developers. Much like the durability a generic plastic chair, Hallmark's success/ubiquity is undeniably down to their dogmatic adherence to formula. Not always compelling, often anodyne, but modestly appealing if you are in the right mood for sugary, treacle-thick sentiment. The Story of Us is genuinely sweet, with amiable protagonists, agressively small-town charm, and the erstwhile lovers O'Dell Sawyer (Sam Page) and Maggie Lawson's (Jamie Vaughn) inexorable romance feels far less contrived than usual.

L. A Heat. (1988) Joseph Merhi.

PM Entertainment's low-budget, bullet-shredded, late 80s shoot 'em up, L. A Heat is greatly elevated by the charismatic presence of big Jim Brown. LA Cops go hard after a violently gunhappy drug dealer which affords bargain bucket action impresario Merhi plentiful opportunities for softboiled B-Movie badinage and righteous amounts of slo-mo squibage! The skeezy downtown L. A setting is grungily atmospheric, and there's a boisterously old school Blaxsploitation vibe throughout that I really dug. Straight-shooting detective Lt. Chance (Lawrence Hilton Jacob ) is a tough, likeable good guy, and psycho copkiller Clarence ( Kevin Benton ) makes for a convincingly malign street thug.

An attractive, altogether edible food taster is tasked to ghost write for a muscular boorish celebrity chef whose strident alpha demeanor belies a sensitive side. Watching this prototypically telegenic couple fall in love served up a surprisingly digestible romance. Flavourfully garnished with two appealing leads, cutesy chat, touchy feely schmaltz, and the perfect amount of cheese! Zesty, rather than stodgy, this eminently snackable foodie romance won't leave a bad taste in your mouth! Frothier than a cappuccino, sweeter than mom's pumpkin pie, Recipe for love, while undeniably a familiar dish, is, for me, one of the more appetizing Hallmark confections. This 'chalk and cheese couple who inevitably become cheese & cheese lovers won't immediately have you reaching for the pepto bismol!

Starring Kanako Kishi and Kazuhiro Sano, Hisayasu Sato's shocking Pinku is atmospherically set on an isolated beach front property. The strikingly sadistic equestrian protagonist's unrepentantly degenerate pecadiloes frequently prove wholly bestial. Gleefully smutty, often outlandish and refreshingly frank, Horse Woman Dog revels in a lurid pick and mix of bracingly illicit exotica! Unlikely to appease those with mainstream tastes, there is sure to be something here to offend/excite fans of furthest flung fleshly fictions! While there are vestiges of genuine tenderness, this is aggressively confrontational material that should certainly spice up an evening's viewing.

I dig rudimentary gore FX, shrill organ themes, monosyllabic red-headed hunchbacks, evilly bubbling vats of acid, and spazzy-looking mad scientists with bravura comb-overs, so the goofball gruesome, Dr. Gore is, like a no-brainer, dude! For me, this enjoyably cheapnis precursor to Frankenhooker has much to recommend it to sleaze-ridden seekers of vintage trash. It's only a movie, but I still don't like how comb-over played Greg the hunchback for a sucker, douchey move, bro! Lacking the bravura blood-letting of gorefather Herschell Gordon Lewis, there's a kooky, can-do Ed Wood quality that proves irresistible, and the bodaciously body shopped blonde is one deadly hot mama!!!!

'Do you wanna haul my ashes?' 'Right on, baby!'

This low-budget, enjoyably goofy British riff on cult favourite Wishmaster includes a bravura performance from Sean Pertwee. He energetically plays the tall tale telling school janitor/cryptkeeper with infectious glee! Not all the grisly interludes work, and dynamic French actor, Dominique pinon appears to be acting in an entirely separate film! Chris Barrie is unusually sedate, and the young, inexperienced, appealingly nubile cast do their breast!

The evilly wish-granting Djinn is a cliché horror clown, happy remedied by a lack of scream-time, but Pertwee's increasingly demented Janitor, and the gory film's trashy, Troma-esque exuberance ultimately won me over! In summation, the uneven feature's appeal is, perhaps, marginal, the more progressive B-movie cognoscenti might enjoy it, exploding warts an all!

I can strongly recommend the fiesty final instalment in this iconic, fabulously zesty girl-fight trilogy! Heroic, yet ill-fated, Rica's violent saga concludes in a suitably exhilarating fashion, once again featuring some stirring W. I. P action! With nary a dull moment, Rica 3: Juvenile's Lullaby even a propah brillo breadstick battle which proves Rica is no less deadly with common foodstuffs than her whirlwind fists! Irrepressible, kind-hearted, brave, cunning, and resilient, this sexy, street-fighting siren takes on a sex-trafficking ring, proving proficient at spearing these vile oppressors with a harpoon gun!!! Kozaburo Yoshimura's exciting feature has plentiful action, slapstick comedy, dramatic interludes, and bravura baguette battery!!! As always, Rika Aoki is never less than captivating, and composer, Jiro Takemura's bouncy soundtrack remains a highlight!

Based on an early Dean Koontz novel, adapted for the small screen by Koontz & Alan Jay Glueckman, this fun, formulaic thriller exceeded expectations. Fearfully trapped within a deserted skyscraper over a holiday weekend, telegenic married couple, Connie Weaver (Pam Dawber) and Graham Harris (Lee Horsley) are relentlessly stalked by buff, self-aggrandising, luxuriously coiffed maniac Bollinger (Kevin Conroy). Competently performed by amiable telly titans, Pam Dawber and effortlessly hunky Lee Horsley, Farhad Mann's slick serial killer TV frequently delivers the escapist goods. While the familiar plot is the purest piffle, the film's stronger points are the likeable protagonists, with some fine supporting work from Bob Balaban, William Sadler, and a neat-o nemesis in the sinisterly smug, baritone-voiced guise of Nietzschean nutball, Frank Dwight Bollinger. No masterpiece, but a worthy time-killer for thriller fans. No explicit language, zero T&A, The Face of Fear's exploitative elements are batso Bollinger's surprisingly intense kills.

Ahoy, matey's!!! Expect far more than the ship's mainbrace to get spliced on this ill-fated pleasure cruise to Hawaii! There's titillating T & A and hot snatches of gore, in Frank Mitchel's cult 70s psycho slasher 'Blood Voyage'. The 1st seafaring slasher has groovy-looking 70s chicks, hirsute alpha dudes, soapy Agatha Crispy theatrics, and salty seamen! Forget about turgid landlubber, Mike Myers, this sinisterly ship-stalking shipmate is where its at! With the directors hand's rock steady at the tiller, this bracingly brine-lashed, bikini-splashed blood-spiller is a killer diller! Not one for the anchors that poo-poo vintage Grindhouse goodness, as 'Blood Voyage' is a yacht better B-slasher than the neg-heads would have you believe.

One of the most intriguing facets to largely forgotten 70s Sci-shocker 'The Embryo' is the casting. Rumpled icon, Rock Hudson, squirrelly, Diane Ladd, and the dazzlingly exotic, Barbara Carrera suggest lachrymose soap, or chintzy movie-of-the-week melodrama rather more than grimly gestating terror! Another singularity is the lack of archetypal 'Mad Scientist' tropes, and said 'monster' rearing its far from ugly head in the final act is another notable kink in standard creature feature DNA. The benign-ish Dr. Holliston's (Rock Hudson) cavalier usage of an experimental growth hormone on a purloined fetus has dramatic, wholly unforeseen results! Holliston's placental lactogen rapidly transforms this ailing embryo into the captivatingly beauteous, and voraciously inquisitive adult, Victoria (Barbara Carrera).

Domestic life chez Holliston becomes quirky, as twitchy sister-in-law, Barbara Douglas (Diane Ladd) is piqued by the increasingly malign actions of genetically altered Dobermann No. 1, and sleekly sinister, Victoria. Victoria's insatiable hunger to uncover life's mysteries, matched by her greater zeal for unlawful carnal knowledge with warped Svengali /patriarch, Holliston! More Dorian Gray, than Dr. Moreau, as the film's queasier moments are spawned from Victoria's desperate quest for prolonged life! Her accelerated deterioration can only be arrested by gruesomely harvesting the pituitary gland extract from a 5-to-6 month old fetus! The robust performances, maestro, Gil Melle's moody score, and a sordid, hysteria-laden climax all have an undeniable entertainment value, a fact blithely ignored by the film's many detractors.

Pixillated 90s thriller 'In The Cold of The Night' doesn't have quite the same notoriety as, Nico Mastorakis's infamous Goat-humping horror 'Island of Death'! Initially resembling a glossily erotic, Zalman King mystery, the film's burnished, neon-hued sleekness belies an inventively disturbing, intricately wrought mystery. Hip photographer, Scott Bruin (Jeff Lester) has his laid-back Bohemian lifestyle upset by a series of uncommonly disturbing dreams which finally threaten far more than his sanity! Emancipated from his feverish fantasies, the voluptuous temptress, Kimberly (Adrienne Sachs), is now corporeally manifested into Scott's Venice Beach studio, her intoxicating physical presence leading lustfully to a torrid affair!

Fatally transfixed by Kimberly's silicone valleys, ace photographer, Scott is quite literally consumed, body and soul by this ravishing enigmatic beauty, their impassioned union culminating in an outlandish, memorably mind-warping climax! Whereupon, the sex-sodden shutterbug is dangerously exposed to the tripped-out truth of his pulchritudinous paramour's scintillatingly shady shenanigans. Hardwired to thrill, Nico Mastorakis's neon-noir naughtiness has diabolically duplicitous dames, deadly diodes, and sinister, sharp-suited savages. 'In The Cold of The Night' remains a tripwire taut, off-beat treat, a cyber-sinister, triumphantly titillating adult thriller Brian de Palma fans won't want to miss!

It lives below a stinking bog, Trog stays alive stuffing fresh human meat in its gob!' The screen has never before witnessed the frightful sight of this terrible troglodyte! Trog stars austere sex siren, Joan Crawford, British horror icons, Thorley Walters, Michael Gough, Euro-cult legend, David Warbreck, and is ably directed by Hammer Films maestro, Freddie Francis. Blindly traversing an ancient fissure, plucky pot-holers disturb the murky subterranean habitat of some rageful, light-phobic primeval horror!!! Freddie Francis's contemplative shocker about a retrograde, half-man, half-ape, cave dwelling cryptid is, perhaps, the primitive ancestor to Neil Marshall's contemporary tectonic terror-scape 'The Descent'.

Oft lampooned, this amiable Brit-Horror throwback is a hoot, festooned with especially quotable exchanges! 'What's on the menu for, Trog?' 'Fish & Lizards!' Aye! The breakfast of champions! Some horror fans share miserable Murdoch's (Michael Gough) view that 70s treat Trog is 'Poppycock!!! Insane nonsense!!!' But I sincerely feel that Brit-horror's missing link still merits study! Admittedly rudimentary in execution, what 'Trog' lacks in sophistication is warmly compensated by prodigious charm. Nattily attired superstar, Joan Crawford, is weirdly endearing as earnest anthropologist Dr. Brockton, and grouchy Michael Gough is enormous fun as the irascible, hypertensive Trog-hater Murdoch. The prehistoric mise en scène is occasionally sluggish, but Trog remains a sublime psychotronic B-Horror artifact, and John Scott's score is objectively wonderful.

I'm someone who quite frequently judges a book's merits by its cover, and I'm also a sucker for the unapologetically sentimental, super-smiley Hallmark brand. In truth, it was wholly inevitable that I would be drawn to a product appetisingly garlanded with such a deliciously pun-tastic title! While 'As Gouda as it Gets' isn't the goat of cheese ball comedy dramas, I'm quite sure that the fragrant, Fromage-clotted courting of these Philly Steak-stuffing lovebirds is bound to spread a little joy in an increasingly lactose intolerant world! On a more subjective note, when Brie reluctantly visited the formal Cheese Festival meet and greet, I thought her pleasing abundance of curly tresses were quite lovely!

Light, easily digestible romantic fare, 'As Gouda as it Gets' explores the love/work travails of sweetly obsessive artisan cheesemaker Brie (Kim Shaw) and blandly handsome Fondue maestro, Jack (Clayton James). While the dramatic ingredients are often curdled, the playfully romantic interludes of our inevitably amorous, cheese-feasting gourmands proved whey more satisfying than I expected. I usually Camembert such overtly gloopy sentimentality, but when a product is primarily an earnest love letter to the world's greatest foodstuff, I'll cut it some major slack, Jack! Lovers of Hallmark's glutinously cheesy fare should make a note in their dairy to catch 'As Gouda as it Gets'.

For me, one of the compelling, lesser known genre features shot during Franco's latter-day Alicante period is Sola ante terror (Alone Against Terror). Alone Against Terror's relative obscurity is due in large part to its unavailability, rather than the quality of filmmaking, which in this pleasing instance is remarkably more sophisticated than one may think! This low-budget, captivatingly lurid psychodrama centres around the increasingly ignominious plight of fragile, mentally traumatized invalid Melissa (Lina Romay). Witnessing the grisly death throes of her beloved father (Antonio Mayans)traumatizes her so severely she is rendered comatose with shock. Paralysed, Melissa becomes bed bound, begrudgingly nursed to adulthood by her boozy, prototypically wicked, evilly inheritance-coveting stepmother.

The main strengths of Franco's hysteria-laden thriller reside in the charismatically tweaked protagonists and welcome generosity of sublime eccentricity! Oppressively confined to her bedroom, forced to listen to her stepmother, and her equally degenerated sister's hedonistic carousing, Melissa's nightmares become ever more intense. Melissa's precarious grip on reality fatefully shattered by the haunting apparition of her gruesome-looking father demanding that she revenge his brutal murder! As always, Lina Romay's energised performance is exemplary, watching the tragic, disarmingly angelic, Melissa righteously dispatch her villainous in-laws proves enormously edifying! 'Sola ante terror' is professionally shot, has a fine score, a sympathetic heroine, and the sordid, Sangria-sotted sister's antics have a deliciously camp, Almodovar-like quality!

This enjoyably eccentric Hip-Hop head-knocker features buff, poon-playing pugilist Stan Derain aka 'MC Kung Fu' as the relentlessly rhyming, alpha dog Ray. Ray proves equally adept at dazzling the honey's with his cunning linguistics, or heroically handing bellicose barrio nitwits their asses with dynamite dexterity! City Dragon is some righteously next-level BMG, and 'Bad Movie Genius' of this magnitude comes along all too rarely! Like 'Samurai Cop' & 'Miami Connection, 'City Dragon' is another gnarly example of O. G Kung Fuckshituppery! The almost continuously rhyming dialogue provides inspired comedic continuity, and I honestly can't readily recall seeing anything quite so dementedly dope as 'City Dragon'!

Saccharine Hallmark dramaturgy, scintillating syntax, unexpectedly hot chicks, explosive nun-chuckery, Kentucky Fried Kung Fu, plus a mentalist rooftop climax that can be considered one of the most singularly strange confrontations ever conceived! Check out 'City Dragon' with alacrity, and give your chuckle glands a monstrously rigorous workout! Everyone should watch at least one vanity actioner starring a cocky, super-ripped dude called MC Kung Fu! For all its galloping cheapnis, and prodigious absurdity, 'City Dragon' remains far more watchable fare than any of the dully recycled drivel Netflix/A24/Blumhouse routinely inflict on the world. City Dragon would make a seamless pairing with, William Lee's equally stupendous D. I. Y actioner 'Treasure of The Ninja', since both are clearly made as a loving tribute to the legendary Bruce Lee.

'Oasis of The Zombies' is arguably one of the more innately tweaked, exotically far-flung Euro-zombie nazisploitation gems. Much like, Jean Rollin's enjoyably bizarro 'Zombie Lake', it is all too readily dismissed as lugubriously unwatchable Eurocine cheapnis, yet I adore both unreservedly for their wholly unique narrative quirks. While Franco's filmmaking is undeniably rudimentary, some of the dusky death scenes have an eerie beauty, happy accident, or not, the stark zombie silhouettes remain visually enticing apparitions. The melodramatic 'Oasis of The Zombies', almost in spite of itself, successfully manages to engender a palpably weird atmosphere. While the crusty Zombie make-up FX are crudely unsophisticated, these tottering, bug-eyed, worm-ridden Nazis retain their rather unsettling aura!

With its funereal pace, and prosaic text, Franco's flesh-flaying folly is often hilariously inept, and yet, his haphazard mise en scène occasionally has a strangely compelling, dare I say it, surrealist quality. The increasingly less furtive rumours of 6 million dollars worth of Nazi gold bullion lures our rather nondescript protagonists to this cursed, far from idyllic desert oasis! The sadly forgotten B-Hero, muscular beef-lord, Henri Lambert's prolonged death scene in 'Oasis of The Zombies' is a bravura masterclass of manly acting prowess. As someone with modest thesping skills, I must bow deferentially to his dynamic display of unfiltered energy! At no point was I ever remotely in doubt that he had been terminally mauled by a narzee zombie, now THAT'S some propah acting, mate!!! I honestly find 'Oasis of The Zombies to be a far less arid version of 'Shockwaves', 'Schlockwaves', if you will!

Young newly-weds foolishly trespass the sprawling mountainous grounds of an all-women labour camp evilly run by gleefully sadistic warden Ajita Wilson. The loving couple's spontaneous search for adventure leads them darkly into a vile labyrinth of unimaginable cruelty, sexual perversion, brutal cat-fights, sordid flesh peddling, and steamily uninhibited prison cell nookie! There's an expressly thrilling interlude whereby a nubile blonde inmate is ruthlessly hunted down in a swamp, which excitingly recalls the joyfully exploitative sensibilities of, Al Adamson & Ted V. Mikels. I think it was Kazan who playfully opined that all you need to make a film is a lusty hot-panted chick and a plastic crocodile! I still have a great fondness for Franco's lurid Alicante period, and forgiving the tawdry text, these exuberantly wanton W. I. P larks often provide an illicit panoply of virtuosic eccentricity! To whit, 'Sadomania' boasts a bravura sequence with an uncommonly frisky Alsatian that still gives me paws for thought!

This somewhat neglected Full Moon Sci-shocker has a fabulous cast, a doomily claustrophobic location, and a surrealistically sinister monster, think Creepozoids on DMT! Something genuinely nightmarish has been murderously unleashed deep within a dangerously dilapidated, subterranean, government facility! It shouldn't come as any great surprise that the capricious human experimentation instigated by twitchy brainiacs, James Hong & Louise Fletcher might require a plentiful supply of body bags!

Nasa Himbo Capt. Hickock (David Beecroft) dramatically discovers that the test subject's prolonged, artificially induced dream states has unexpectedly manifested a rampaging, eerily mutable pan dimensional entity! The formulaic text is additionally hampered by a conspicuously modest budget, but what remains is some boisterously fun B-Monster mayhem! Shadowzone's brighter points include, Mark Shostrom's gooey FX, Hong & Fletcher's able thesping, with Lu Leonard stealing the show as the irascible, Rat-hating chef Mrs. Cutter! We've seen this schlocky Sci-stalking shizz many times before, but, frankly, Hollywood has never held much stock in originality, if it ain't broke remake it until it is etc.

With an unusually fascinating protagonist, Succubus remains an enigmatic, erotically engaging Jess Franco classic. A darkly hypnotic delirium, bold, elegiac, and vividly photographed, Succubus delivers a veritable pandora's box of tantalizing exotica! Starring the ravishingly ribald redhead Janine Reynaud, surrealistic slap n' tickle was never manifested with quite the same panache as Succubus! A personal favourite, and I'd very much like my future wife to share my passion for this dazzling diorama of fleshly far-out sinema. The luminous Euro cult cast, eclectic score, picturesque Lisbon setting, and Franco's playful mise en scène has certainly lost none of its lustre. A heady cinematic feast to rival the very best psychodramas of Roman Polanski and Radley Metzger. 'In a furnace, In a fiery hell she will rot!' 'A devil who must swallow the living in the pursuit of her earthbound desires, but a devil who must devour the dead in pursuit of her hell-born lust!

While frequently lugubrious and unlovely to look at, I adore this coffin-creaky, resplendently goofy, garlic garlanded example of vintage Gallic gothic! Indirectly inserted into Franco's iconic the Orloff cycle, 'Orloff against the invisible man' finds devilishly suave euorocult icon, Howard Vernon on mesmerizingly macabre form as the maniacal professor Orloff. Quite rightly maligned for its sluggish pace, rudimentary FX, and lurid lapses into garish ineptitude, nonetheless, there's plentifully skewed entertainment to be found in Chevalier's bizarro psychotronic gem. Lashings of hot Euro-poon, doomy, rain-splashed dynamics, and a surprisingly robust score by, Camille Sauvage make Orloff against the invisible man such a kooky-spooky, eminently rewatchable, pseudo-science run bloodily amok disasterpiece!

I only just recently caught this fiendishly gripping 80s Ruth Rendell thriller on the telly box, and it proved to be quite brilliant entertainment. Ably produced by the BBC, 'An Affair in Mind' is an engrossing, compellingly acted, smartly written Neo-Noir enlivened by some expert vamping from Amanda Donohoe as sultrily sinuous siren Drusilla Janus. The acclaimed Ruth Rendell novel 'The Face of Trespass' is engagingly adapted by screenwriter Michael Baker. Affable, handsome, appetizingly lithe, yet somewhat Naive scrivener Graham Harston/Gray (Stephen Dillane) enjoys a steamily edifying, increasingly obsessive affair with spoiled, volatile, dazzlingly attractive Dru, the stylish, well-to-do wife of elusive wealthy property developer 'Tiny' (Richard Hammat).

While plainly made for TV, this remains an excitingly erotic mystery with razor-honed twists, tersely dramatic interludes, and a dizzyingly climactic conclusion. In the thrilling final act the increasingly beleaguered, Gray fatefully discovers that his sensual paramour's ardent pillow talk may have been entirely less than ingenuous! Competently directed by, Colin Luke, and along with dishy dynamo Donahoe, one of the more luminous aspects of this captivating thriller is composer, Nigel Hess's terrific score. Fans of the London Underground may appreciate that the pacy thriller features a brief sequence at the rarely-seen "Theydon Bois" Central line station. Undeservedly obscure, 'An Affair in Mind' is ripe for rediscovery, and I'm quite sure that a restored DVD/Blu-ray would be most welcome to a great many vintage mystery fans!

This unexpectedly amusing, spectacularly schlock-mongous, bargain bucket, Rosemary's Baby has much to recommend it to rabid B-Horror fanatics! 'Blessed' finds photogenic married couple Chris (James Purefoy) and Samantha (Heather Graham) undergoing an 'experimental' IVF program at the shady Spiritus clinic, funded by sinister oligarch Earl Sydney (David Hemmings). Charmingly inept as a legitimate horror film, the inadvertently delightful 'Blessed' frequently excels as a chucklesome calamity of cloven-hooved hysteria!

While the Devil may well have the best music, it should also be noted that ol' Nick has more than his fair share of triumphant terror toss made in his name. The sublimely jape worthy jewel in this mildewed Luciferian muddle is Andy Serkis's caffeinated, deliciously overripe performance as the greasy, Gorgonzola-gargling priest tasked by 'im upstairs to righteously abort these fatal fetuses! On a more subjective note, the amiably goofy, diabolically dishy Heather Graham makes for an especially adorable, doe eyed satanic surrogate. If Hallmark ever made the diametrical leap from lachrymose melodrama to horror, it might just resemble this sulphurous stew of Satanic schlock. For me, any horror film that begins with a boozy, heavily preggers bint dramatically nosediving off a skyscraper has distinct potential!