Film 138 of the year so far: BLOOD BEACH, 1980. Summary: kids this dumb deserve to be eaten. As a young boy I saw this film being discussed on Jonathon King’s tv show; I remember being distressed by the realisation that such horrific things existed in the world, and that there were people who enjoyed them. It’s odd that a film so utterly mediocre should have gained, and retained, such significance for me. This film is, it turns out, only remarkable for how badly it fails to do what it sets out to do. There’s indisputably something wrong with an entertainment industry which cannot discern the presence of, or absence of, entertainment in its products. A script this dull, this incoherent, this stupid, should never have been green lit. Widespread idiocy can be the only explanation. They were aiming, it seems, to ape Close Encounters. They failed very, very badly.