Ken Boyd is not long out of a mental hospital, and is working at an ice-cream parlour.
The people that put him in the mental hospital start turning up dead. He finds out he has a daughter while at the same time that these killings are happening in the town.
The local Sheriff is going out with Ken's mother and he starts to suspect that Ken is the killer.
All the evidence is pointing that way, and Ken's estranged daughter catches him in a compromising position. It's not looking good.....
What's striking about this film, is that it almost feels like something Terry Zwigoff could churn out in an afternoon. Its kooky, and a little leftfield, but never complicated, which is why it's endlessly watchable.
But the story is nothing original, man gets released from an asylum, and soon the people who put him there start turning up dead, the foundation for many horror movies during the eighties, except, this has a very humanistic element to it.
The inclusion of the protagonist having a daughter, and the narrative focusing on his relationships and returning to normality, rather than putting its all into the actual killings.
The lead is very endearing, and I could watch Lucy Davies read the phone book, but Bostwick steals the film with a really strange performance that grabs your attention whenever he utters a syllable.
So all in all, it'd not for all tastes, but it's very kitsch, and a lot of fun.