Those with an adolescent nostalgia for video-nasty era degradation/retribution may be mildly titillated, but Lynch has neither the wit nor desire to raise this above the level of faux-retro fanboy fantasy.

Lynch shows some visual flair with a few clever, Tarantino-like touches but the film overall is a deadening and claustrophobic experience, in which the human interest diminishes as rapidly as the body count rises.

Salma Hayek stars in what must be the most distasteful and exploitative film of the year so far.

With its drab visual palette and ceaseless repetition of violence, there's little to recommend.