Listening to: Pepe Deluxe - Mixtape

In an effort to forget the flood-warnings and unending drizzle us Brits have to endure every June, I took myself off to the local Googolplex this afternoon to catch Vacancy, which is just out in the UK.
Not so much a Horror flick as a thriller with a horror concept at it's core.
What this means in real terms is a not-so-happily married couple (their constant back-biting puts the audience in a twitchy, unsettled state even before they arrive at their destination) staying in a scuzzy middle-of-nowhere motel and discovering a grim selection of Snuff movies in their room, which unfortunately for them look to have been made in their room.
The rest of the film documents their frantic attempts not to star in the latest, yet-to-be-made one.

Now, you know when you're at the cinema and, in time, feel the primal urge to urinate? (Well, if you'd consumed as much Sprite with your salted popcorn as I did this afternoon you would).
Anyhoo, common-sense urges you to merely wait for a low-key part of the film to make that toilet-dash. Under normal circumstances it's not hard to judge this, and when you get back to your seat you'll hopefully have missed no important developments at all. I consider myself a Master of this art.

Well, I have to say that Vacancy tested my talents in this area to the utmost, and by the time I eventually ran from the cinema auditorium, my bladder was screaming louder than Kate Beckinsale. An accolade indeed.
At last, a scary movie that features two adults (as opposed to the ubiquitous college kidz) with some semblance of 3-dimensions about them. Some nice visual touches in there too.
More please....