Review of The Lair of the White Worm (1988) by Kevin D — 21 Aug 2007

Hugh Grant has a monobrow. It first we believe it must be some sort of illusion, a misplaced stripe of Groucho Marx's bootblack moustache, or a lost and hairy little moth resting on his forehead, but we soon realize that it is the real thing. A genuine hirsute bridge between his brows, soon to be shaved by the dashing british charmer, but forever burned into our minds in all it's unplucked glory.

Once you get past it's stubbly buttresses you are stuck in a film which is often just as hard to come to terms with. The acting is atrocious, it's imagery is often sadistic and mysoginistic, and the plot makes little sense, but it's very hard to not have a little bit of fun while watching it. Mixed in with all the cliches and genre mainstays is some really fantastic writing, "Kevin, you have the most appalling BO.", and some of the situations the characters are thrown into, like the bagpipe battle or jet dream sequence are side-splitting. A terribly made film, but almost sublime in it's insanity and madcap sadistic glee.