The Disappearance Of Alice Creed

Would like to be a tense, claustrophobic thriller.
Is actually three actors trapped in a flat with a film student and his camera.

Matango [Attack Of The Mushroom People]

Begins with some heavy Lovecraft overtones that quickly give way to a version of Lost made in sixties Japan before finally melting down in a hallucinogenic shitstorm of giant rubbery mushroom people.
King.

Drive

Sleek neo-noir, loaded with style and topped with a light dusting of John Hughes' early eighties output to give it that bit more of an edge when shit inevitably goes wrong.
An excellent movie.

The Resident

Lackluster thriller about a wanking psychopath.

The House That Dripped Blood

For their second compendium piece Amicus brought in Robert Bloch to create some skillful inversions of familiar tropes giving old favourites Cushing, Lee, et al another opportunity to shine.

Bad Day

Laughably appalling crap. A masterclass in how to make the worst film possible.

Knife In The Water [Nóz w wodzie]

Some people arguing on a boat.

Colombiana

Contains enough echoes of Nikita to make it worthwhile. Just.

Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes

Finally watched a film this summer that delivered a genuine moment of slack-jawed awe and unexpectedly blew me away.
What? Summer's over?
Oh bollocks.

Super

What could have been an extremely brave and affecting tale of mental disability is hidden away under allusion and further confused by unnecessary cheap laughs.

Snow Buddies

There is absolutely no sensible reason why a film like this should exist and the fact that it does makes the world a lesser place to live in.

Herbie Goes To Monte Carlo

In which Herbie moons about like a randy teenager instead of doing the funny racing stuff that you want to see.
Marks the first time I've ever wanted to slap a car across its sulky face.

Never Let Me Go

The Island with doomed romance in place of the car chases and glum acceptance in place of adrenaline fuelled escape.
Much better than The Island.

Dr. Terror's House Of Horrors

The first of Amicus' quintessentially british portmanteau horrors.
The best of the five tales here has Christopher Lee playing a scathing art crtitc who is constantly drawn into battle with an indestructible disembodied hand.
King.