Although slaughtered by the critics who bled the film dry. Lesbian Vampire Killers is an unpretentious comedy B film that pokes fun of the horror genre especially the campy lady vampiress ones.

When Jimmy (Mathew Horne)is again dumped by his girlfriend, he and his best mate Fletch (James Corden) go on a hiking holiday in the country. At the local village they are directed to a cottage where there is free lodgings. The house also happens to have a camper van full of girls staying in the house as well.

However in this small village, all girls that turn 18 become lesbian vampires, thanks to a curse from the lesbian vampire queen. Inevitably Jimmy and Fletch excitement to spend time with the hot girls is soon curtailed as they are turning into vampires and under attack.

This is a post modern wind up which featured the then popular television duo of Corden and Horne. Their participation ensured enough of a budget for better production values and special effects which actually goes toe to toe with more expensive Hollywood horror films. Some of the humour is infantile but it will raise a laugh here and there. There is some sassiness with the girls and blood is replaced by white goop. Its fun enough and the movie does not outstay its welcome.

Baron Wolfgang MacLaren vanquished the vampire queen Carmilla. However before killing the evil vampire, she curses every female MacLaren descendants into turning lesbian vampires on their 18th birthday. Jimmy (Mathew Horne) is a modern loser, after getting dumped by girlfriend bitchy Judy (Lucy Gaskell),goes on vacation with his loser best friend Fletch (James Corden). They have no money and they randomly choose Cragwich for a camping trip. They are given the same lodgings as 4 hot girls Lotte (MyAnna Buring),Heide (Tiffany Mulheron),Anke (Louise Dylan) and Trudi (Ashley Mulheron). The girls' van break down on the way and the boys catches up just in time. Meanwhile Judy is following Jimmy to the house in the middle of the woods which is haunted by the local legend.

This movie is a B-movie and it revels in it. It has fun with it or at least as much stupidity as they could bear. The two guys don't have much star power but at least they have the same patheticness as their characters. The hot girls are hot. The story don't necessarily make sense, but that doesn't matter. MyAnna Buring has the charisma of the group. Sometimes the stupidity even gets to be funny. It's a lot of goo splattering, and over the top violence. It's better than expected, but still not recommendable.

Of all the lame movies made by the British film industry in the past decade, LESBIAN VAMPIRE KILLERS stands as the worst of the lot. It's a godawful wannabe comedy-horror hybrid, even worse than that film Neil Morrissey made called I BOUGHT A VAMPIRE MOTORCYCLE. Some fans of James Corden and Mathew Horne – if there are any – may get a few more chuckles out of it than I did, but I think even those with the most forgiving of temperaments are going to find this hard going.

The "plot", if you can call it that, appears to have been written on the back of a beermat with as little insight as possible: two good-for-nothing blokes go on holiday to Norfolk (not that you'll recognise it) and fall foul of an ancient curse involving lesbian vampires. In fact, the plot was written around the title, but if you're hoping for a cheesy, blood-soaked B-movie in the vein of FROM DUSK TILL DAWN or TALES FROM THE CRYPT: DEMON KNIGHT, then you're going to be disappointed.

There's barely any nudity and the decision was made to have the vampire blood white instead of red, so any would-be splatter scenes are completely awful. Add in a bunch of models with hopeless acting and the kind of embarrassing computer effects that lace modern episodes of DOCTOR WHO, and you have a film which relies on the script to work. And work it could have, if the script had allowed for genuine laughs and warmth.

It doesn't. This is 'comedy' of the lowest common denominator, obsessed with dick and boob gags and without an ounce of wit anywhere to be seen. I tend to avoid modern comedy for a reason, and the supremely unfunny James Corden is precisely that reason. What makes it all the worse is that this guy thinks he's genuinely witty and amusing, when in fact most viewers will want to bash his head in with a shovel the second he appears on screen. Given the amount of screen time devoted to this guy, watching LESBIAN VAMPIRE KILLERS is a cinematic equivalent of hell on Earth.

There isn't much else to report. Horne is less irritating, but that's purely because he's playing the straight man to Corden's so-called 'gags'. The actresses are terrible in the extreme, and what Paul McGann is doing in this mess is anyone's guess – it's even worse than Queen of the Damned. It's also worse than Beyond the Rave, worse than the terrible Fred Olen Ray vampire skinflicks, worse than anything else that springs to mind. For a genuine lesbian vampire film, you could do worse than Hammer's THE VAMPIRE LOVERS to banish this travesty from your memory.