A new British horror film, Daggers Inn, is being hailed as a potential cult classic in the vein of The Room, thanks to its amateurish production and unintentionally hilarious moments. The film follows a mysterious woman with spooky powers who investigates her sister’s murder in a sinister village, only to find the local business community responsible, having hired an assassin named Shark—so called because he can smell fear, not blood.
Directed with a sincerity that belies its many flaws, Daggers Inn features strangely blocked scenes where actors deliver dialogue while standing next to each other but looking vaguely in the same direction rather than making eye contact. The dialogue veers from stilted attempts at business-speak to savage zingers, such as: “You should take that dried up old vagina of yours and go to work on Stanley over there ’cos I know you’re fucking him.”
One standout moment involves a fight to the death where a character is lightly waltzed into a tree, killing them instantly. The film lacks action, mystery momentum, and pacing; an hour in, a character remarks: “This keeps happening. It needs to end now.” Despite these shortcomings, the film’s earnest yet entirely unsuccessful execution gives it a weird fascination, positioning it as the UK’s answer to The Room.
