Now this was something that was really iffy to start. I mean, Holla! Whatever, here we go. To my dismay, this flick was very enjoyable in terms of haemorrhage, I mean homage-ing. Giallo’s written all over it. Black glove killers definitely apparent here. We have Holla, (I don’t know how he got the gig in the first place) a weak ass comic in one of the laugh shops. Once a headliner now a bumbling dimwit who can’t get a single laugh, always booed off the stage. He won’t give up, not till he gets his name and image back in the game. The club owner and the other talent always put him in his place, they think he stinks. He won’t stand for this now will he. One by one, the other comics begin to die in grisly murder fashion. Very euro like, which is what they were going for if you couldn’t already tell. People die, many people die to unveil the shocking truth. Low budget fun, the Polonia Brothers (The House That Screamed) policy.

Filled with behind the scenes, interviews with some of the real comics who starred in this and so on. A Sub Rosa packed keeper for sure.