Before this film is even ten minutes into its running time, we have had naked vampires, sex, gore and two 'You've got to be f****** kidding me's. I'm surprised at how much I like it. The initially dreaded 'group of friends go on a road trip' is as unpromising as these things often are: 'crazy' kids tearing up the countryside to the soundtrack of rock music never fills me with a desire for anything other than to skip forward. The characters are given the first names of characters from the John Hughes teen flick 'The Breakfast Club (1985)'. The results are oddly American names for a very British collective, this decision hardly adding to their already scant credibility. Outwitting and out-glaring each other at every opportunity, it isn't long before they are accosted by a raving man at a petrol station - this brief scene actually explains the main thrust of the story: angels have been rejected from Heaven because of extreme sexual desires and apparently frequent the nearby woodlands. Problem is, this is all relayed so briefly and in the form of such extreme ranting, that the details are very easy to overlook.
The rest of the film plays out in a series of repetitive attacks and naked seductions that won't please everyone - but I found myself becoming entranced by this world within a world where creatures of the night rule.
There's an appearance from horror author Shaun Hutson which continues the rest of the film's run of unconvincing acting but is an interesting way to end nonetheless.