by Buzz McClain
review
Visible boom microphones, wayward continuity, bad dialogue, and awful acting add up to very little in this razor-thin farce. If the intention on the part of the filmmakers was to achieve high camp, they failed miserably; if their intention was to make a funny horror film, then they failed in that as well. Trevor Lissauer stumbles through a wheel-spinning plot and Carmen Electra, the ostensible featured player in the ensemble, does little but look alluring in lycra in the few scenes she's in. The only genuine chuckle is a gross-out sequence involving a vampiric gardener/chef named Nacho (Louis Klein) who whips up something disgustingly messy in the kitchen.
