Richard Driscoll writes, directs, produces and has the starring role in this homage to Hannibal Lector films. I use the word homage loosely, because it veers on being a reimagining, parody, imitation and curio. To take on such a variety of roles, there must be a certain amount of self-belief, especially as the film being interpreted is one widely recognised as a classic, with a world famous, award-winning actor playing the role Mr Driscoll has given himself.

Like Driscoll's other horror, 'Evil Calls/The Raven/The Legend of Harrow Woods (2008)', there are moments of a good production, but here they are less refined and fewer in number. The acting varies, but one thing is for certain, Driscoll's performance as Kavanagh is woeful. He is simply a non-actor trying to speak like Anthony Hopkins. Whatever scene he is in, it is sunk by his performance.

And yet his is not the worst performance here. Lucien Morgan's monocle-sporting Inspector Reed is impossible to describe. So far off the scale that it defies words.

The story is of a man's killing spree in revenge for his wife's death. The story is sprawling, but not uninteresting. And the look of 'Kannibal' is mostly very impressive – this isn't a slipshod effort in directorial terms by any means, and has clearly had a great deal of time and money placed upon it. The effects, of which there are many, are delightfully gruesome and the smattering of vivid sex-scenes add further sleazy spice. What emerges is a picture that is a bit of an enigma – a mixture of the obscure, dramatic, blatant, graphic, confident and bizarre.

Linnea Quigley is the best thing about this movie...As always she is sexy and stealing the scenes she's in, the plot of the movie was ok, but I honestly only enjoyed the movie when Linnea was on screen, also fans of Eileen Daly might enjoy this movie, since she appears naked a lot, along with many other cute girls.

Absolute garbage. The "plot" is incoherent, sound quality is so bad that dialogue is unintelligible, background music choices are bizarre at best [such as in the opening sequence, with several police cars rushing to their destination on a rainy night with lights and sirens, with bright, sprightly, cheerful music playing], the music tends to be so loud that it drowns out dialogue [which is probably a good thing. Judging by the garbled "plot", the "writing" was so bad that a better result could have been achieved by throwing alphabet soup at blank paper] and the "actors" seem to be sleepwalking or to hate the movie about as much as the audience does.