A thriller centered on a serial killer in a rundown London suburb. Tony is a loner with an unhealthy obsession for action films, but that doesn’t stop him trying to make friends with, for instance, the drug dealers who hang out near his home, and the ladies who advertise their services in call boxes. Neighbors, TV license inspectors, gay cruisers and junkies are all welcome at Tonys flat… as long as they behave themselves. But when a local child goes missing, his odd lifestyle begins to attract attention and his secrets must surely be exposed.

The film is also hilariously funny though. It reminded me of the insane humour of American Psycho, when Tony wakes-up in bed next to a decaying corpse and offers it a good morning and a cup of tea. He quotes Rambo in ‘First Blood’ before a murder, shrugs his way through the world’s most awkward job interview, and picks-up a copy of Héctor Olivera’s ‘Cocaine Wars’ at a charity shop (I am guilty of this too, which freaked me out no end!). He visits a gay bar a few times and seems to enjoy the attention he receives at first, but on taking a guy home he changes his mind and… well you know.