This crass, cheap, splatter-movie comedy would like to remind you of Peter Jackson in his Bad Taste-Braindead period, but feels more like a Troma knock-off thrown together by some blokes down the pub. A cable TV crew led by Emily Booth joins inbred, Welsh-speaking psychotics to battle a band of Predator-style aliens.
Director Jake West tries anything for a laugh, but the endless parade of weak anal-probe gags is only occasionally enlivened by the odd inventive idea (a blinded sound man using his boom equipment as weaponry and survival tool). The would-be set-pieces feature a virginal UFO-spotting nerd seduced by an alien dominatrix, and a combine harvester massacre accompanied by The Wurzels’ greatest hit.