Let me begin by answering the burning question that is no doubt on your mind: Does ex-Hollyoaks babe and lads mag favourite Gemma Atkinson get her kit off in 13Hrs? Well no, she doesn't, and that's not the only way in which this Brit-horror disappoints: it's also got bloody irritating characters, a wafer thin plot, shocking acting, briefly glimpsed gore, a nonsensical ending, and a blink-and-you'll-miss-it monster that turns out to be... get this... a bald werewolf!!!
'So why is the monster bald?' I hear you ask; sadly there is no real reason for the creature's chronic alopecia other than to allow for a brief visual clue to its human identity midway through proceedings—a blonde wig in the mother's bedroom. By placing the answer to the film's surprise revelation right under their unsuspecting viewers' noses, the makers of this mess obviously thought they were being terribly clever—but if they were that clever, they would have concentrated on writing a much better script before trying to pull a 'Shyamalan' on the audience.
3.5 out of 10, rounded up to 4 for IMDb.
'So why is the monster bald?' I hear you ask; sadly there is no real reason for the creature's chronic alopecia other than to allow for a brief visual clue to its human identity midway through proceedings—a blonde wig in the mother's bedroom. By placing the answer to the film's surprise revelation right under their unsuspecting viewers' noses, the makers of this mess obviously thought they were being terribly clever—but if they were that clever, they would have concentrated on writing a much better script before trying to pull a 'Shyamalan' on the audience.
3.5 out of 10, rounded up to 4 for IMDb.