Lesbian Vampire Killers

HORROR COMEDY; 1hr 26min

STARRING: James Corden, Matthew Horne

Unreality bites: from left, Corden, MyAnna Buring and Horne

Blessed is the rare and precious movie that demands a look-see for its title alone. Lesbian Vampire Killers is a classic of that Dude, Where’s My Car? genre and, better yet, it’s not half bad. The plot is absurdity in hyper-stylised action: on their uppers and in need of an uplift, London likelies Fletch (Corden) and Jimmy (Horne) plan a hiking holiday from the rustic village of Cragwich, which unfortunately for them happens to be lousy with fanged gay ladies of the eternal night. The vamps are sultry and deadly and the boys are horrified — especially when they learn that Jimmy is fated to break a centuries old hex that turns 18-year-old Cragwich maidens into ravenous — but undeniably chic and sexy — bloodsuckers.


In clammier hands, this killing spree could be a cringer, but director Phil Claydon is dead set on playing silly buggers. And if you’re wondering how two bantering nitwits could possibly outfox the collective spawn of Satan, the answer to that one is: any old way they can!