Cast overview, first billed only: | |||
Danny Dyer | ... | Neil | |
Noel Clarke | ... | Mikey | |
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Emil Marwa | ... | Graham |
Lee Ingleby | ... | Matt | |
Keith-Lee Castle | ... | Patrick | |
Christina Cole | ... | Candy | |
Terry Stone | ... | Sergeant Gavin Wright | |
Neil Maskell | ... | Banksy | |
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Emily Booth | ... | The Snipper |
Stephen Graham | ... | Vince | |
Victoria Hopkins | ... | The Bride | |
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Deborah Hyde | ... | The Barmaid |
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Nicola Jane Reading | ... | The Witch / Zombird Army - Nightgown |
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Joelle Simpson | ... | The Dentist / Zimmer Granny / Hooded Woman |
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Deborah Perry | ... | Lolly |
Vince is handling his divorce badly. He's depressed. Gone to pieces. But his mates aren't giving up on him. Struggling with their own women troubles, they drag him off for an ultimate lads drinking weekend in the country. Arriving in the village of Moodley where the women outnumber the men 3:1, the boys find themselves holidaying in a village overrun by psychotic, homicidal Zombirds with a thirst for male flesh. Written by Anonymous
After travelling to a remote village for a weekend of drunken debauchery and male bonding, a group of friends come under attack from the women of the village, who have turned into bloodthirsty cannibals as the result of a top-secret biological warfare experiment carried out by the army.
Those looking for a stylish slice of quirky Brit comedy/horror in the vein of Shaun of the Dead, be warned: Jake West's Doghouse is aimed squarely at the lad-mag reading, post-footy, post-pub, post-curry crowd, and as such, the level of sophistication is not exactly high. Don't expect clever word-play, irony, post-modernism, surrealism, or satire; do expect tit jokes, loads of swearing, mindless violence, and puerile gags about shagging zombies, all of which could have been tons of fun, if only the film's characters hadn't been such an unlikable bunch of 'blokes' (fully deserving of everything they get), and director Jake West hadn't forgotten to develop his plot beyond a repetitive string of silly chase scenes and gory battles.
Although Doghouse is far from the worst British film in recent years to attempt combining laughs with scares (that honour goes to the abysmal Lesbian Vampire Killers, closely followed by The Cottage), I really was expecting a lot more from the director of zany splatterfest Evil Aliens, which I thoroughly enjoyed. The basic premise—a blood-drenched battle of the sexes—is an interesting variation on the standard zombie plot, the design and execution of the female creatures is impressive (each has its own distinctive look and personality), and the gore is well executed; but with the comedy being so moronic, the narrative rapidly going nowhere, and not one sympathetic person to root for, Doghouse is definitely something of a disappointment.