So here it is, the racist old uncle of British horror films, in all its misguided “glory”. Never were there so many “jokes” about the colour of people’s skin outside of a Jim Davidson concert.
You get the distinct impression here that the people making it didn’t have any agenda beyond making a horror comedy with a nod to Blacksploitation, but it is so gammon-fisted (© me, just now) that it misses on very level.
So sit back and marvel at race relations, 1974-style, in the company of David Niven and assorted horror and comedy character actors. And if you’ve not yet seen it, prepare to wonder at just what I’m alluding to when I mention the astonishingly terrible, but pretty much spoiler-free, final scenes.
