For its sheer low-budget wackiness, James Erskine's urban-myth paranoia thriller scores a few points, but I have to say everything is let down by am-dram performances, an arbitrary cobbling together of ideas and locations, and everything topped off with a guessably rubbish ending.

A young man with epilepsy, who spends far too much time on the internet, suspects a conspiracy to kidnap him from his London flat. He keeps waking up in America! Is he hallucinating? What's really going on? There's no reason to care about any of these questions, but Erskine's sheer chutzpah in getting his film made and shown makes me look forward to his next work.