After several prologues, set in Vietnam and Washington and with some time-dilation effects thrown in to add to the sense of cosmic scale, the bulk of this British sf comedy is set in Lower Cwmtwrch, Wales, on New Year’s Eve. Local bloke Steve Dennis (Craig Russell), who’s been working in London as a DJ, holds a big party which is supposed to impress Nav (Richard Mylan) to invest in his scheme to start up a happening nightclub chain in the valleys … only not that many people show up, Steve is despised by locals who think he’s sold out by losing his accent and by the big city folks who think he’s a pushy clod, it rains a lot and an alien invasion takes place, represented by zombie-like folks in orange oilskins (which do get explained eventually) who lurch in and out, murdering folks slasher movie style.
At heart, it owes a lot to Edgar Wright – more perhaps to The World’s End than Shaun of the Dead – but it’s not quite as concentrated on his character interplay (people here tend to do their turns and get killed) or as vivid in the genre elements. Eventually, however, it does start being oddly effective as a creepy horror movie – the alien possessees (abducted and brainwashed Norwegian fishermen) are an unsettling, simple menace, all the more so when the desperate battlers start recognising strangely familiar faces in the mix. There’s a high casualty rate among Welsh comedy guest stars (Robert Pugh, Hannah Daniel, Steve Meo), and Steve is a stereotypically a useless bloke – leaving it to Nav’s sister Sunita (Sheena Bhattessa), who keeps saying she works in a travel agent’s when she’s actually in an X-Filesy anti-alien outfit, to be most effective in battling the time-scrambling invaders. Written and directed by Peter Stray.