Serial killer mockumentaries are nothing new. Peeping Tom, Henry: Portrait Of A Serial Killer and Man Bites Dog all feature self-filming psychos, upping the immediacy of the on-screen violence and creating a disturbing sense of complicity. Director Julian Richards must know this, not that it's apparent in this crushingly pretentious DIY serial-killer pic.
It concerns Max Parry (Howarth), photographer by day, murderer by night, who's intent on sharing his London-based hits with the world. It's not the brutal lo-fi violence that offends, more Parry's dreary to-camera monologues. The set-up begs incredulity (this guy's gone this long uncaught?) and the pay-off's predictable (no prizes for guessing why it's called The Last Horror Movie), leaving this almost impossible to recommend.