Daggers Inn Review – A horror movie so bad it’s almost good, it could achieve cult status | Horror movies

IIn a beautiful but sinister village, a mysterious woman with terrifying powers appears to investigate her sister’s death. This upsets the local business community, who are responsible for the murder, having hired an assassin named Shark to do the deed. It is called a shark not because it can smell blood, but because it can smell fear. He reveals this, then walks out babbling. It’s that kind of movie.

Daggers Inn is muddled, but in some ways it’s outstanding cinema. Finally, the UK has a film to rival the 2003 US indie film The Room, which still plays to packed houses, with audiences eternally thrilled by its ludicrous creative choices and uneven performances. Daggers Inn is similarly mature, not in the frivolous, calculated way of a Sharknado movie, but in the sense of an original, honest, amateur effort, but almost entirely unsuccessful.

There’s a strange charm to watching it, due to various production idiosyncrasies, including several strangely blocked scenes in which the actors exchange entire dialogues standing next to each other while looking vaguely in the same direction rather than at each other.

The dialogue oscillates between imagining how businessmen speak, for example, and lines that are meant to be wild. One highlight: “You should take your old dry pussy and go work for Stanley over there because I know you’re fucking him.” There’s a hilarious fight to the death during which a character is roughly knocked into the side of a tree, killing them instantly. It’s not action-packed, it’s not intriguing as a mystery, and there’s no momentum. An hour later, a character says: “This keeps happening. It has to end now.” completely.