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.

Not having a clue what this movie was about prior to sitting down to watch it, I could be nothing but surprised.

The movie started out a bit slow, but was quick to pick up in pace and start blasting onwards. There was a lot of thrills and suspense building up not far too into the movie, and that was what was working the best for this particular movie.

Actually the cast did a good job with their roles, and each brought something good, solid and unique to the movie with their individual roles. Not award-winning performances, but still very good shows of talents here.

There weren't really any twists to the storyline, except for one that was revealed at the very end, but you saw it coming, so it wasn't a moment of utter surprise by then.

I am not going to spoil it here and say what the movie is about, but trust me, "13 Hrs" will keep you riveted to your chair throughout the entire feature. You just want to see what waits around the next corner and see what is going to happen.

Though, honestly, I do not see this movie as having enough value or weight in it for a second viewing. Having seen it once, is enough, and I doubt it that I will ever be returning to watch it a second time around. It was good, just not that good. But for a non-Hollywood movie, they actually pulled it off well enough. The movie had definite potential and could have been so much more. Now, I am not saying it is a bad movie, not at all. They just didn't get as much out of the movie as they could have, which actually is a shame.

13HRS is a low budget British werewolf film dressed up as an obscure teen horror. It's also one of the worst-written films I've watched in a while, with a storyline consisting entirely of a group of annoying teen characters trapped in a clichéd creepy old house with a werewolf on the loose, running around and killing them one by one. There are twists of sorts here in a bid to enliven the narrative but the combination of lacklustre writing and poor direction help to sink it from the start.

It's also an irritatingly noisy film in which the werewolf attack scenes are a jumble of loud effects and disjointed editing. The director also has STRIPPERS VS. WEREWOLVES on his resume so you can see where he's going with that. The characterisation is nil, the dialogue is lowbrow and the actors unlikeable. The main draws are Gemma Atkinson (in a low cut top, naturally) and Tom Felton, who's barely in it. Sadly, this was the last feature for the late, great Simon MacCorkindale, who has a blink-and-you'll-miss-it cameo right at the outset.