Talking to a friend over what she has been up to over the summer, she mentioned about catching up with books/DVDs,due to her laptop playing up in loading up Netflix. Arranging to meet up,I got asked to bring a Horror flick along. Recently picking this up after reading Kim Newman's review in Empire,this looked like a good moment to install this film.
View on the film:
Keeping most of the action blocked in the toilets, director Christian James & cinematographer Sashi Kissoon flush potential boredom away from the limited location by focusing on the claustrophobia,eyed up as W.C looks through the gap in the door,and wide-shots showing the gents stuffed with zombies. Wetting the floor of the loo with wonderful oozing sounds, James has the movie overflowing with Horror Comedy Splatter,where every attempt W.C. makes to escape is met with zombie moans and buckets of blood jamming his way.
Drained at a trim 72 minutes, (and 10 mins of credits!) writer/star Dan Palmer dishes up a one-man play, (with Antonia Bernath being an unseen voice in another cubical) of cute lo-fi comedy, running over W.C useless handyman grasping anything at hand to beat the apocalypse. Locked in a toilet for most of the flick, Palmer does not shy away from showing the mean, sarcastic side of W.C. After doing well delivering character-based laughs and gory jolts, the makers dent everything with a sudden, ill-fitting ending,which leaves the film stalling.
View on the film:
Keeping most of the action blocked in the toilets, director Christian James & cinematographer Sashi Kissoon flush potential boredom away from the limited location by focusing on the claustrophobia,eyed up as W.C looks through the gap in the door,and wide-shots showing the gents stuffed with zombies. Wetting the floor of the loo with wonderful oozing sounds, James has the movie overflowing with Horror Comedy Splatter,where every attempt W.C. makes to escape is met with zombie moans and buckets of blood jamming his way.
Drained at a trim 72 minutes, (and 10 mins of credits!) writer/star Dan Palmer dishes up a one-man play, (with Antonia Bernath being an unseen voice in another cubical) of cute lo-fi comedy, running over W.C useless handyman grasping anything at hand to beat the apocalypse. Locked in a toilet for most of the flick, Palmer does not shy away from showing the mean, sarcastic side of W.C. After doing well delivering character-based laughs and gory jolts, the makers dent everything with a sudden, ill-fitting ending,which leaves the film stalling.