Bloody new review! Bloody New Year
Remember when this one swept the board at the Oscars and ushered in a golden age of intelligently-made coherent British chillers? You don’t? Hmm, perhaps that was an alternative reality I experienced, created through time-bending radar experiments or somesuch bollocks.
Happy bloody New Year, by the way. Yes, we’ve gone back in time to the dawn of bloody 1960 for some bloody reason. So let’s forego the usual half-hearted jollity and extreme binge drinking, and have a bloody good rummage through the special effects box. And it being the festive season, don’t worry about whether it makes SENSE to put some extreme bloody weather in that room, or give that bloody fishing net a life of its own, or bloody twist that guy’s head around a full 360 degrees before it starts actually affecting his health.
Much like your house after that tedious annual event, Bloody New Year is an absolute mess. It makes no sense at all, and we can’t put the entire blame for this on the fact it was filmed in Wales (bore da and keep your hair on, it’s a joke).
So join me as we take a pre-Gavin-and-Stacey trip to Barry Island and watch the usually dependable director Norman J Warren go completely bloody nuts on a shoestring budget, attempting to rip off every horror film he can think of, including some of his own.
