Delivering exactly what the title promises, and in highly amusing fashion, director Phil Claydon does for Hammer horror nostalgia what Shaun of the Dead did for zombies with this visually resplendent homage. The simple plot sees sex-crazed, drunken slacker James Corden and jilted loser Mathew Horne hiking through a creepy village cursed with Sapphic bloodsuckers. Also along for the ride are MyAnna Buring (The Descent, Doomsday) as a feisty Swedish student and Paul McGann as a foul-mouthed vicar. The humour is more deadpan than Corden and Horne's wickedly funny TV series Gavin & Stacey. But for all its obvious vulgarity, this is also a cleverly aware spoof of lurid 1970s Hammer glamour; an edgy girls, gags and gunk extravaganza that has all the hallmarks of a post-modern Carry On Screaming.

With their women having been enslaved by a pack of lesbian vampires, the remaining menfolk of a rural town send two hapless young lads out onto the moors as a sacrifice.