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In a quiet countryside farmhouse, Britain's vampires gather for their once-every-fifty-years meeting. Others will be joining them too; Sebastian Crockett, an unwitting Essex boy who thinks he's on a promise with sexy cougar Vanessa; and a detachment of Special Forces vampire killers who have bitten off more than they can chew. This is certainly going to be a night to remember... and for some of them it will be their last.
combines the tropes of vampire films with the Little England satire of Royston Vasey to show the accidental centrality of small-town British parochialism to a global economic scene where religious and national interests are trumped by corporate ones
The special and visual effects are too frequently deployed and also desperately unconvincing, and it's a shame the script isn't just a shade or two funnier.
An ambitious film that suffers from a visibly stretched budget, Eat Locals fails to live up to the promise of its wonderful title but does have some great moments.
Parallels with everything from Shaun of the Dead to What We Do In the Shadows go down a treat. There's even a nice little bit of social class dialogue bubbling under the surface that results in a final and very wry political money shot.
A low-budget British vampire comedy with more bark than bite, Eat Locals feels like a school reunion project for survivors of Guy Ritchie's early gangster films.