Good God. I Hope you've got a strong stomach. I was expecting a few Salvador Darley-type melting clocks, and what do I get? I'll tell you what I got - 16 minutes of gratuitous filth. Ants? Dead donkeys!? And then, to cap it all, a sliced-up eyeball!!
Don't watch it after your tea, like I did. I'm not going to be able to look a plate of mince and beans in the eye for months, I'm telling you.
Shame on you Mr Director. I don't pay my licence fee for this sort of rubbish.
HORNS RATING: Is is possible to give a zero?