hatful of follow.

It's been hailed - by critics and fans alike as the blurb goes - as one of the scariest films of recent memory.

Luckily I have the memory of a goldfish so I might not be as harsh as I normally am.

Saying that tho' the last film I remember being raved about in such a manner was The Babadook.

Hmmmm....

It Follows (2014).
Dir: David Robert Mitchell.
Cast: Maika Monroe, Keir Gilchrist, Olivia Luccardi, Lili Sepe, Daniel Zovatto, Jake Weary, Bailey Spry, Debbie Williams, Ruby Harris, Leisa Pulido, Ele Bardha Ingrid Mortimer, Alexyss Spradlin, Mike Lanier and Don Hails.

Yara: I have an idea!
Paul: What?
Yara: (Raises her leg and farts loudly) It got away.

It's a normal night in downtown Haddonfield, a cool John Carpenter/Alan Howarth score plays in the background as the camera smoothly glides down the street before coming to rest on an innocuous house.

Suddenly the calm is shattered when a scantily clad (and totally inappropriately high heeled shoed) young girl runs from house and stands, terrified and trembling in the street.

Anyone expecting a boiler suited bloke in a Captain Kirk mask striding purposely toward her, the kitchen knife he holds aloft glistening in the moonlight will be a wee bit disappointed as nothing or no-one resembling this - or that - ever occurs, she actually just runs back into her house, grabs her car keys and drives off in a panic.

Tho' we do get to see her fairly ample arse jiggle rhythmically in her shorts as  she goes so it's not all bad.

Fleeing to the local beach she calls her dad to say she loves him before walking into the water to get eaten by a shark.

Aha....It's not a Halloween homage it's a Jaws one.

Only it's not and the screen fades to black as she sits sobbing.

Cut to the next morning where our peachy posteriored pals body is lying bent and broken on the blood splattered sand.

She's obviously been brutally murdered by a madman.

Or it's a game of extreme Twister gone wrong.

Hannibal anyone?

"You aint seen me right?"

Spooky set up in place it's onto the plot good and proper where mousy college student Jay (Ex-freestyle kiteboarder and Brittany Murphy-alike Monroe) is preparing for a cinema date with her boyfriend Hugh (Zombeavers Weary, a man with the look of a down at heel Joshua Jackson from Dawson's Creek).

Seriously this movie is so chock full of lookalikes that you spend most of it trying to remember where you've seen everyone before. 

Or not in most cases.

"...Me neither!"

 As is always the way with movies of this ilk the date doesn't go well thanks to Hugh getting freaked out by a non-existent girl in a yellow dress staring at him from the concessions stand.

As far as excuses go for not wanting to sit thru' a movie picked by your girlfriend I must admit that this is a good one plus it has the advantage of Jay thinking that he's a wee bit kooky so when their next night out beckons she well up for having 'the sex' with him.

Unfortunately after the deed is done Hugh makes the simple mistake that we've all been guilty of and renders Jay unconscious with a rag full of chloroform.

This I can see with the experience that comes with age is a little extreme, I mean her conversation isn't that bad.

Left a bit, right a bit now scratch!

Waking up tied to a wheelchair in just her undies (which luckily match, I mean imagine the embarrassment had she woken up in a big grey pair of grannie pants), Jay sits fairly calmly given the circumstances as Hugh explains that he's planned the whole thing in order to pass a scary sex based entity on to her.

And no, it's not a metaphor for the AIDS or an STD because he actually does mean it in a supernatural sense.

Tho' the only thing unexplained so far is how Jay manages to pull all the good looking blokes when her best pal Yara (played to cute toothed, farting  perfection by the sexily spectacled Olivia Luccardi) is much hotter.

"He did WHAT in his cup?"

Anyway back to the matter at hand where Hugh is busy giving poor Jay the ins and outs of her situation.

It transpires that Hugh caught this ectomorphic entity from a one night stand and if not passed on - by more sex - it will slowly walk after you - sometime disguised as a love one in order to gain your trust but usually as a really freakish looking extra in a gory prosthetic - before eventually catching and killing you.

A wee bit like old age.

Or your gran.

Confusingly if you don't pass it on it kills the first person who caught it, then it kills you.

Which frankly makes sod all sense.

I mean, if it's going to kill you anyway why bother?

Or if it goes after your next sexual partner why not just shag a dog?

Or a corpse?

Or just have a massive wank.

Surely then you'd only lose a hand?

I would go on but my attention was caught by the sight of a scary naked woman slowly creeping towards the pair as Hugh wheels Jay back to his car before dropping her back home.

Which if nothing else is kinda thoughtful of him.

Laugh Now!

Chalking the whole thing up to experience, Jay goes into school the next day with her head held high (and her knees covered in rug burns) in the hope that her English tutor wont be reading from a text about death and mortality and that she'll be able to daydream thru' the days lessons without spotting any sheet clad spooks walking towards her with a look of menace on their faces.

It's not too surprising to say that this doesn’t happen and during the aforementioned text reading Jay notices thru' the classroom window an old lady in a piss stained bedspread stumbling in her general direction.

Which begs the question, does Jay know many stinky tramp-grannies or is this the girl that Hugh had sex with?

Or has Jay had sex with her?

This sex ghost really hasn't thought it's plan thru' has it?

Realizing that Hugh must have been telling the truth (and let's be honest as excuses for breaking up with a girl go it is pretty elaborate) Jay rushes to the diner where her younger sister Kelly (the cheeky chinned Sepe) and the permanently friend-zoned and rigidly angst faced Paul (Keir Gilchrist or a young David Schwimmer, take your pick) work.

Because let's be honest, if you're being chased by a scary shag monster, free ice cream is a priority.

Anyway, after listening to Jay snottily explain the situation whilst filling her mouth full of cold creamy goodness (as opposed to filling it with...you get the gist) Kelly, Paul and the aforementioned (well lusted after) Yara decide to support Jay by spending the night at her house.

Which if you think about it isn't really that much of an act of friendship from Kelly seeing as she already lives there.

Savile: The Return.

At this point a shocking thought came into my mind (unlike normally when I just fire them over the person in front of me), the family live in what is obviously a copy of the town from Halloween, plus the sisters are named Jamie and Kelly - as in Jamie and Kelly Lee Curtis and their surname is Height, as in the Weng Weng film For Your Height Only......Perhaps the whole thing is some bizarro meta-experiment where a family have been subliminally programmed by an unknown force to react in strange ways to badly constructed horror concepts?

This concept falls apart on closer inspection because that would need a lank haired bad boy - of the type usually played by Daniel Zovatto of Beneath fame - to turn up at the halfway point for it to be true.

Oh well.

With both Kelly and Yara snoozing, Jay heads downstairs to keep the permanently petted lipped Paul company as he sits enjoying are rare showing of the 1965 classic Voyage to the Prehistoric Planet* on TV.

His enjoyment is, however ruined by not only a girl sitting watching with him (Jay is no doubt about to ask which are the goodies and the baddies and make comments about the clothes) but when a bloody big rock comes crashing thru' the kitchen window.

As Paul goes to investigate Jay sees a half-naked, dripping wet and bloodied toothless woman walking toward her in a slightly menacing (but strangely erotic) manner.

So erotic in fact that I paused the movie to check out who was playing this character.

And to see if I could get any screen grabs of her.

Look, I'm from the West Midlands...I'm not proud.

Alexyss Spradlin, thank you for this fleeting moment of pure unbridled pleasure during this movie.

Jay runs upstairs to find her friends with the evil entity in slow pursuit as the creepy creature morphs into a really tall bloke with gouged-out eyes, begging the question has it really got the hang of this 'people you know to get close to you' business.

If so then Jay has some serious explaining to do.

Fleeing the house our jittery pal rides her bike to a nearby playground, where she enjoys a quick go on the swings before her friends - or any scary monster people turn up.

When her pals do turn up they're this time accompanied by the lank haired bad boy neighbour Greg (played by Daniel Zovatto...what are the chances?) who offers to drive them to Hugh's address, an abandoned house he'd rented for the sole purpose of shagging Jay, where amongst the stiff tissues and porn, they find a photo of him outside his high school.

How's your luck?

"Can you believe the entire plot, motivation and character development of everyone in this movie fits on the back of this postcard?"

Turns out that Hugh's real name is really Jeff and he lives with his mum so the gang go pay him a visit.

Jeff informs them (and us - again - just in case we've forgotten) how he got the curse and reminds Jay that she has to have sex with someone to get rid of it.

Or not as it's still chasing Hugh/Jeff.

Maybe if the pair of them just keep having sex together it'll get bored or confused and leave them alone?

It'd be worth a shot.

Deciding they need a break, Greg drives everyone to his folks lakehouse where he teaches Jay to fire a gun as the others laze about on the waterfront in their pants.

But the entity isn't far behind, eventually catching up with Jay and attacking her.

Luckily her new found shooting skills come in handy and she incapacitates it long enough for her to steal Greg's car and crash into a cornfield.

She wakes up in the hospital with a broken arm and a grass stained arse, surrounded by Paul, Yara, Kelly, and Greg.



I say surrounded by but they're actually all sitting in a row opposite her.


Surrounded by is just a phrase and not to be taken literally.

Unlike this film.

"Scarper it's the parkie!"

It's whilst Jay is recovering from her injuries that Greg, insisting that he doesn't believe in the curse bravely offers to stick it in her if it'll help her feel better.

Much to Paul's chagrin seeing has he'd offered earlier and been knocked back quicker than an iced water by a very thirsty man.

All seems fine until a few evenings later Jay, whilst idly sitting in her bedroom window, sees Greg smash the window to his own house and climb in.


Hmmm....seems familiar.

And in a scene that would do Heather Langenkamp and Johnny Depp proud desperately tries to ring the real Greg to warm him but to no avail.

Running to the house and climbing in the window she arrives just in time to see poor Greg murdered by the thing disguised as his half naked mother.

Which is an interesting way to go.

Jay follows flees by car to the beach again where she considers shagging three men in a boat rather than heading back and taking Paul up on his offer.

She's not worth it mate.

"Aya mah BCG!"

Beginning to feel desperate and nearing the films climax Paul comes up with a frankly bonkers plan to kill the creature which involves dropping electrical items into an abandoned swimming pool whilst Jay treads water in an attempt to lure it in.

And why you may ask?

Because Paul has decided it's scared of water.

Either that or he's a huge fan of Cat People.

Will the plan work?

Will Paul get to have sex with Jay?

Will anyone care?

From David Mitchell, the besuited half of the Mitchell and Webb comedic duo comes this well shot, competently directed, engagingly acted and nicely scored little thriller that plays on those universal fears of sex and death.

Well I say plays on them but it's more like it just flicks them gently occasionally before settling down to the more important issue of being exactly like your favourite parts of every good horror movie made in the 80's.

Playing out like A Nightmare on Elm Street re-enacted by the cast of River's Edge - minus Crispin Glover unfortunately - It Follows seems more happy to spent it's time crafting a small group of well rounded characters whilst examining their feelings and thoughts rather than exploring the film's threat.

Which, under even the tiniest inspection becomes even more ill conceived and ludicrous the further the film progresses.

Mitchell...Ludicrous.

 As mentioned earlier, the rules of the entity make no sense....why pass it on if it still follows you?

What if you get pregnant?

Does that mean it kills the baby too?

Why appear as nightmarish visions if you want to get close to folk?

And more importantly, if it's invisible and can't be touched how come you can drape a towel on it and shoot it?

I wont even mention the random water revelation, which just seems to come from the fact that Jay likes swimming and that she shared a kiss with Paul in the pool from the movie's climax once.

Tho' I just did.

Interesting to look at and great to listen to, It Follows is ultimately hollow and disappointing leaving the viewer more frustrated than entertained.

Which scarily enough how having sex with me has often been described.

Cheers dad.























*Voyage to the Prehistoric Planet has a really interesting history.

Producer George Edwards, alongside the legendary Roger Corman purchased the rights to the Soviet science fiction movie Planeta Bur (Planet of the Storms) directed by Pavel Klushantsev and hired Curtis Harrington to film extra scenes featuring Basil Rathbone, Faith Domergue and (the non-warty) Marc Shannon for the English speaking market, much like he did with the Dennis Hopper starrer Queen of Blood.

See?

Told you it was interesting.

doggy style.

Finaly got round to purchasing the 1932 film adaptation of HG Wells' The Island of Dr. Moreau, the Erle C. Kenton directed, Charles Laughton starring  Island of Lost Souls on shiny Bluray recently (I know I should already own it but it's always been really expensive).

No ifs, no buts, just true cinematic genius.

But with it being possibly the greatest horror movie of it's time (no, seriously it is and if you've not seen it stop reading and do it now, I'll wait) it's nigh on impossible for me to review it here in the usual puerile and childish manner.

Really.

So rather than try something different and a wee bit more like a proper film blog I thought it'd be easier to revisit the 1996 Marlon Brando/Valerie Kilmer version instead.

If nothing else the 'Laugh Now!' and mooth shite-in comments are practically going to write themselves.

Enjoy.

The Island of Dr. Moreau (1996).
Dir: John Frankenheimer.
Cast: Marlon Brando, 'Val' Kilmer, David Thewlis, Fairuza Balk, Ron Perlman, Mark Dacascos, Daniel Rigney, the Fraggles, Temuera Morrison and Nelson de la Rosa.

I wanna go to Dog Heaven!

Ferret-like United Nations negotiator Edward Douglas (a visibly embarrassed Thewlis) is having a fairly bad day, whilst on his way to the UN's annual 'War is Bad' conference his plane crashes into the - groovily captioned -  Java Sea and he ends up getting a kicking from his two fellow survivors as a fights starts over who gets the last bit of toilet paper.

Luckily some passing stock footage of a shark soon puts paid to the overcrowded dinghy/loo roll problem and Douglas, after giving an arse clenchingly cliched monologue regarding man being a bit of an animal, is eventually rescued by a passing boat.

Once aboard, Douglas is nursed back to consciousness by the scarily sweaty  Montgomery Clit (a drunken, monosyllabic Kilmer still channelling Jim Morrison and dressed in a sarong) who soon informs our hero that the ships captain has taken a liking to his bottom (no, really) so it'd probably be safer - and less painful - if Douglas accompanies him to his destination; the mysterious 'Moreau's Island', where he can use the radio to contact the relevant authorities.

And from the glassy-eyed looks that Kilmer keeps cutting Thewlis that'd be Alcoholics Anonymous.

Or Childline.

Possibly.

Kilmer: Less Batman, more pissed up, coke addled, overacting ham man.

After unloading a shipment of rabbits from the boat - for the sole reason to give Thewlis the opportunity for another humans/animals speech, the dynamic duo  head off to Moreau's house where Montgomery promptly locks Douglas in his room before wandering off to score some crack.

Oh and to ring his lawyer to see how much of his paycheck Joanne Whalley is claiming off him in the divorce settlement obviously.

Using his stick insect-like fingers to open the lock Douglas spies Moreau's  alluring daughter Aissa (the mightily moothed Balk, star of some of my most disturbing dreams) swaying non-committally to some frankly appalling middle of the road, new agey bollocks whilst wrapped in a pair of Marlon Brando's old underpants.

Fairuza farted....and it was an eggy one.

Luckily Montgomery turns up before it becomes too obvious that there is absolutely no chemistry between the pair and invites Douglas to join himself and the mysterious Moreau for dinner later that evening.

And by the size of Brando it looks like poor Thewlis is to be the main course.

Oh and to tell him not to go wandering off again and especially not to look in the Doctors operating theatre where he definitely wont see come across what looks like the Chuckle Hounds assisting a birth.

Popping a blob of Vics Vapour Rub on each of Douglas' eyelids in order to stop him snooping around Montgomery shambles away (again) leaving our beaky buddy sitting on his bed with his ear turned to the door to make sure that no-one is around before her wipes his eyelids clean with a towel and sneaks out via the catflap, following the signs (and the smell of damp dog) to Moreau's laboratory.

"Are we not (Flowerpot) men?"

It comes as no surprise (if you're familiar with the storyline) but as a blessed relief to the audience when Douglas finally finds the lab where he does indeed witness the horrific sight of a cleft-lipped Tiny Tears doll being delivered, not by a postman but by a group of human/animal hybrids.

OK, by a couple of portly extras wearing ill-fitting pig and goat masks.

Overtaken by fear - and the realisation of what this movie could do to his career - he legs it into the woods only to come across Aissa and after wiping her clean with an old rag, head into the local scrap yard where this tribe of 'manimals' live.

These pound shop monstrosities are led by the pube haired and horn headed Leo, Sayer of the Law (Perlman who scarily seems to actually be taking this shit seriously), who imparts his wisdom - misquoting Wells and, by default Devo, in a booming Welsh accent whilst wearing an old duvet cover.

Being Perlman tho' he actually manages to pull it off.

His sermon is unfortunately cut short before he can start waxing lyrical about leeks, coalmines and Max Boyce by the arrival of Moreau himself (Brando clad in a bedsheet and covered in white paint) in an old ice cream van.

Bowing down before the great man and referring to him as 'Father', Moreau mumbles something about a girl named Stella and how monkey butlers are cool before inviting Douglas back to the House to discuss what he's witnessed.

And possibly attempt to bum him using butter as a lubricant.

"Boiled Onions!"

Douglas, Montgomery, Aissa and Moreau gather round the dining table (which is the least wooden thing in this whole, sorry mess) as the Doctor introduces Douglas (and us) to his "children"; a variety of animals that have had their DNA spliced with that of humans.

And by the look of them the humans they used were Mick Hucknall and that tramp that barks at the bins outside Aldi.

You know the one.

It appears that Moreau has a dream (and one that surprisingly doesn't involve all the cakes) to create the perfect species, incapable of causing harm to others.

Obviously causing anyone that looks at them to die laughing doesn't count.

Unfortunately the existing beast men are imperfect, needing not only a special drug to stop them regressing to their natural form but also a daily dose of electric shocks from Moreau's big shocking clock to stop them attacking each other, trying to shag Val Kilmer's leg and digging up the lawn.

"I love you....you complete me!"

Star of the group (and of the whole film if I'm honest) is the diminutive - oh go on then fucking tiny - Majai (the legend that was de la Rosa), a tiny half man, half carrot dressed in an exact replica of Moreau's bedclothes ensemble who spends the evening sitting at a tiny piano duetting with the doctor as they play the George Gershwin back catalogue to anyone within earshot in a scene of such breathtaking genius that it inspired Mike Myers to create Mini-Me.

No, seriously.

And for that we should be grateful.

Much to Montgomery's amusement, Moreau claims to be "closer than anyone could possibly imagine" to a solution but is interrupted before he can elaborate further when his 'son' Azazello (Jango Fett himself Morrison) enters the room carrying a dead rabbit.

It appears that Moreau is either a massive fan of Bugs Bunny or was so traumatised as a child by the rabbit massacre scene in Norman J. Warren's Prey that his law forbids killing anything with massive ears.

If nothing else it means that Thewlis is safe then.

Covering his own back for cooking up such a calamity Azazello lets slip that resident rocket Derek Lo-Mai (lo-fi action star Dacascos) has been wandering around the island butchering rabbits and hanging them from trees for the last few weeks so it's really his fault because he's the only character with a full body prosthetic so everyone else wants to copy him.

Or something.

Look, if the writers don't care why should I?

Retiring to his room Moreau promises that there will be a trial the next day.

Douglas, feeling much the same as the audience uses bedtime as an excuse to escape to the docks in order to steal Montgomery's boat but soon changes his mind when he discovers that it's been overrun by a gaggle of poorly rendered CGI mice.

Boiled onions!

As a new day dawns, Moreau dons his favourite dress and travels to the manimal compound to start the trial good and proper with everything going swimmingly - much tugging of forelocks, sniffing of arses and bowing - until, that is Azazello unexpectedly shoots an apologetic Lo-Mai in the face with a bolt gun.

This has the effect of confusing an already confused cast, seeing as the first law is 'no shooting people in the face with bolt guns'.

Or is it the second?

I'm sure it's somewhere near the top anyway, just next to don't eat your own poo and don't forget to stick your pinky finger out when drinking tea.

Anyway all of this is immaterial seeing as Moreau is so upset by this turn of events that he immediately retires to his bed but not before ordering that Lo-Mai's body is to be disposed off with the utmost respect and care.

Which translates as being bundled into a binbag and throw into an incinerator.

"It's not a sin if you use someone else's hand!"

Sifting thru' the charred remains for biscuits or gold teeth, mutton-chopped mutant Hilary Hyena-Swine (Rigney) makes an interesting discovery when he notices Lo-Mai's pain implant among the dust and bones before messily removing his own.

Which is quite difficult for a man wearing kitchen gloves with fake fingernails shoddily glued to them.

Implant in hand Hyena-Swine excitedly heads off to inform the others before making plans to start a revolution.

Meanwhile Douglas, tired of being locked up at night and quickly developing a fear of tiny hands tries desperately to send a message to the outside world only to find that Montgomery has replaced the islands radio with a hastily painted cardboard box.

And if this wasn't dramatic enough poor Aissa is slowly regressing back to her original cat form, tho' the director decides to illustrate this by giving her pointy teeth and not by strapping an extra four breasts to her and making her do a dance.

Bastard.

Sometimes a picture CAN, in fact paint a thousand words.

Whilst all this chat has been going on Hyena-Swine has been busying himself removing all the implants (well just the pain ones, he's let them keep the fake breasts and penile extensions) from his followers before turning up at the house in order to confront Moreau, who on discovering the group swinging off the candelabra and shitting in the coffee pot tries to placate them by belting out a show tune medley accompanied by Majai - bedecked in a golden bejewelled suit on the piano.

OK I'll admit it, one of these facts is made-up.

But only one.

Understandably angry over their hybrid nature and hideous (well, comical) appearance and free from the Doctors control, Hyena-Swine and his pals decide to reject humanity and the islands Laws before eating Moreau.

Tho' not all of him obviously because they'd be at it for days.

As the rest of his 'children' grieve, the sneaky Azazello, tired of seeing his former master get to eat all the pies steals a gun and goes to find Hyena-Swine's gang promising them the keys to the armoury and the pantry if they let him join.

And so begins a race against time - and tedium - as Douglas attempts to find a way to halt Aissa's regression before the manimals revert back to their original form and forget all about guns and revenge and stuff and just go back to being, well animals I guess.

Hmmm....they haven't really thought this thru' have they?

Will he succeed?

Will there be anyone left watching to care?

Obviously just having the words "Utter bollocks!" on the poster wouldn't have helped ticket sales...and you wonder why this blog never gets quoted.

A legend in the history of bad cinema, John Frankenheimer's The Island of Dr. Moreau is the perfect example of how not to make a movie.

Or at the very least how not to make a successful one because if nothing else it's bloody enjoyable.

Bad? Yes.

Nonsensical? Totally.

But never ever boring to watch.

I mean where else could you find a cinema icon like Marlon Brando, clad in a massive white tent and covered in flour performing a piano duet with the star of Rat Man before being ripped to shreds in a hammock by a Converse wearing hyena?

And former Batman Kilmer coked off his (ample) tits stumbling around in a daze, fondling the latex clad extras as he mutters to himself, almost as if he's in the middle of a breakdown?

It's been reported that poor Fairuza Balk was so upset by the whole débâcle that she attempted to escape the production by sneaking off to the airport at night only to be chased down and dragged back to the set at gunpoint by the films security guards and that David Thewlis was so traumatised by the film that to this day he refuses to see doctors of any kind as well as insisting that all animals are kept out with a five mile radius of him at all times.

Of the remaining cast only Ron Perlman and Daniel Rigney escaped unscathed and in the case of Rigney only because he died soon after filming.

Perlman as we all know could release a movie of him having a massive shite and it would still be watchable.

As Alien: Resurrection proved.

Behind the scenes it wasn't much better with studio execs demanded that any scenes of horror of violence be removed to guarantee a PG-13 rating, Thewlis ended up breaking his leg in a horse riding accident a few days into filming even tho' the script featured no horses and the constant rewrites - described by Thewlis as "still shit." - meant that Brando found it impossible to learn any of his lines, preferring to have them relayed to him via a radio-transmitter secreted under his left breast.

This culminated in Brando occasionally picking up local police radio messages which he would then relay to the rest of the cast instead of his scripted lines, at this point Frankenheimer, being a total sycophant when it came to Brando would berate the other actors for not answering in a way that made any sense.

In once scene Brando shouted: “There’s a robbery at Woolworth’s!” at Thewlis leaving the actor momentarily stunned and Frankenheimer, incensed at what he perceived as a lack of commitment to the project proceeded to beat the British star with a prop goats head almost killing Thewlis and leaving him permanently brain damaged and unable to move the left side of his face.

If you don't believe me just go watch him as Dennis Sciama in The Theory of Everything.

Even the choice of replacement for original director Richard Stanley seems to have been made on the sole reason that Frankenheimer too also liked to wear a hat on set.

With all this in mind it’s amazing to think that it was ever finished, let alone released.

And then without at least a letter from its mum.

Or a health warning.

Hats the way I like it.

When finally released on 23rd August 1996 the film had been in production for nearly 75 years (probably), with many members of the crew being replaced by their children as they died from old age and dysentery whilst the budget had ballooned from it's original £18.60 to a whopping £40 million dollars.

To this date the film has only made £12.64 back of that budget and has now been blamed for the financial crisis in Greece, the Grease revival with Shane Ritchie and the death of Princess Diana.

 Val Kilmer is still missing.

*For anyone interested in the full sorry story behind this débâcle check out David Gregory's fantastic documentary Lost Soul: The Doomed Journey of Richard Stanley's Island of Dr. Moreau.