Camp Blood 4

Dustin Ferguson truly is this generation's Nick Millard. His films are dull, aimless, horrendously shot, pitifully edited and padded out to extreme lengths with stock footage from more impressive films. The difference is that while Millard used footage from his own films, Ferguson decides to ransack the work of real filmmakers like Mark Polonia and Dennis Devine.

This is the fourth in the Camp Blood series. While the previous instalments were imperfect but effectively fun low budget slasher movies, this one is a dismal, dreary affair with next to no plot, non-existent pacing and quite possibly the single worst villain ever committed to celluloid.

The only reason I give it two stars is because they play a really kick ass power metal song in the film and over the end credits. It's too good for this abysmal pile or garbage.

Wanna know the worst part? It's actually the best film I've seen from Ferguson. Let that sink in.