If only savage feminist critic Laura Mulvey had been in the (predominately male) audience to sort out the idiot Alex Orr. The fumbling Tarantino wannabe plodded onto the stage, pint in hand, to introduce this ‘film’, cracked a few base jokes and tottered off. It begins in the future – “Like two weeks from now”. The world is out of oil and a vegan is trying to make a car run on wheat-grass. That fails, but he accidently discovers that blood is the key to getting them to go. A poignant metaphor and interesting social study, you’d have thought…but no. The picture jarred with the soul on so many levels, beyond amateur shots and crap quality. There were more fake tits than at a Hugh Hefner party and attempts at acting by the dull, uncharasmatic cast were outright ridiculous. I don’t want to waste any more time thinking about this film again. In summation, at the Q&A, I asked Alex what he actually wanted to achieve with this picture. He responded, ‘I just wanted to make a retarded movie’. He could have told us that to begin with. Thanks mate.