Evil Aliens

Michelle Fox, aka Foxy, presents a cable TV show, called Weird Worlde, the content of which can be accurately inferred by the title. When an alien abduction story turns out to be the real deal, softcore porn stars, spotty geeks and inbred yokels must unite and do battle against thin men in homemade alien costumes if anyone is to survive and escape from Wales. Or, more specifically, to Wales as the "action" is set on a small island off its coast.

Evil Aliens marks the mainstream film debut of Emily Booth (Foxy), cult queen of some of the worst B-movies and tackiest television programmes made in modern times. Although her performance suggests that she is a cheerful and likeable girl, with boundless enthusiasm and expensive dental work, it is relentlessly bad in terms of acting. I was fearful that Emily's eyes would pop out from the strain of making her manic "this is a dreadful situation whatever shall we do" face all the time. And then I was sad that they didn't. Sometimes enthusiasm just masks desperation.

I fell asleep several times during the film, but some of it wasn't dreadful, some of it was just bad. Very bad. It's not even unintentionally funny. It's not exciting, or scary, or sexy, or original, or fun, or any adjective that isn't a synonym for poorly made derivative trash. The budget was shockingly low, but while other filmmakers aim to rise above the bottom line, this seems to celebrate it.

Unlikely though it sounds, this is the second release of the year to feature death by combine harvester, but it was gorier, fresher and funnier in Irish zombie rom-com Boy Eats Girl. The musical accompaniment is all that warrants a laugh here. Similar scenes can, of course, be found in Bad Taste and Braindead, which begs the question, when does tribute end and plagiarism begin? Peter Jackson went on to win more awards than he has fingers to count them on. Unless he is deliberately underachieving now so as to surprise us all the more with his genius in future, the same will never be said of Jake West.