If the reptile brain in you, that ugly little cluster of cerebral cells where all the destructive urges lie, needs a good jolt, Jeepers Creepers offers you just such a treat.

An unsettling, gory, but intelligent horror flick.

What it lacks in studio-level finesse it more than makes up for with unrelenting imagination and a creepily visceral punch.

An absurd horror yarn in which a winged demon goes on a murderous rampage whenever he hears the title tune. (Personally, Phil Collins’ “Sussudio” and Magic!’s “Rude” are the only songs that would make me take a hatchet to someone’s head, but I digress.)