This gleefully amateurish satanic gore-fest is the kind of film you might get if you gave a 15-year-old horror fan access to a strobe light, some white bed sheets and a job lot of exploding prosthetic heads. The plot is of negligible importance in a movie that feels more like a CV for an effects artist than a coherent story. In the basement of a burned-out hospital, grotesque cadavers hang like flesh stalactites, and a monster that looks like the leftovers from a liposuction operation picks off the cast. Fortunately a chatty evil genius is on hand to explain his nefarious plan at length (while simultaneously flaying off his own skin, for some reason).