I actually bought the thing, but only 'cause I couldn't find it to rent it anywhere. Had to see it, tho. Know thy enemy, y'know? I kinda alternated between laughing, groaning and hiding my face against the wall behind me (the latter whenever Vincent Perez opened his mouth to "speak" or Andrew Newton showed his hideous visage and bad, blond perm. I refuse to call them by their characters' names).
Anyway, hiya, I'm fifteen years old and from Norway and I love this place already. 'Nuff said.