FRIGHTFEST
SINCE THE TURN of the century, I’ve spent August Bank Holiday weekend at FrightFest, arguably the UK’s flagship horror festival. One reason I risk screen blindness to see so many of the 65-ish films scheduled is to get ahead with the review slots of this column. Some FF films turn up on various platforms, formats or in cinemas immediately… others creep out over the months (and, sometimes, years) to come. A few are never heard from again — which means they’re possibly terrible, though occasionally luckless. Several I sometimes think I imagined, only for other festival-goers to confirm that, yes, there really was a Snoop Dogg’s Hood Of Horror… or a riffle through my shoebox of check discs* reminds me that someone remade The Banana Splits as a robots-on-the-rampage slasher film.