Review – Plague Town

Not for the first time – and unless fate takes pity on me, not for the last time either – I found myself wondering if there’s really a living in doing nothing but skulking around the countryside and waiting for city folk to waylay and murder. As usual, the question doesn’t seem to trouble anyone. We’re expected to take for granted that tourists will get lost in the sticks and that mutant rustics will be waiting patiently for the opportunity to slaughter them. This time around the setting is Ireland rather than Texas, but otherwise the whole thing is all too familiar. Some of the evil village’s deformed children have vaguely innovative physical problems, but most of them appear to be suffering from nothing more severe than a bad case of pale. And the closest any of the modi operandi come to clever is the scene in which one of our “heroes” is pummeled with a hubcap. I’m really starting to lose patience with unimaginative crap like this. Wish I’d skipped it