SCREAMTIME
Or naptime, whatever
This has just about the lamest setup for an anthology film I've ever seen - three people sit around and watch movies. That's it. Short movies - there's a grand total of three of them. (where are they getting these 25-minute movies?)
The first involves a Punch-&-Judy puppeteer whose family hates him for doing what he loves, so of course they all have the crap beaten out of them by some cackling fiend with a wooden board. Needless to say, it ain't Judy. (I was pleasantly reminded of the cover of Bruce Dickinson's CD Accident Of Birth)
The second has a woman moving into a new house and having visions of a very unlucky family living there. Good twist at the end of this one. The third gives us a young motorcyclist who decides to ransack his employer's house. Problem is, this house is protected by faeries and garden gnomes.
I don't know whose idea it was to inexplicably make the shorts in England and the wraparound in New York. Nothing really becomes of this. Nothing really becomes of anything here, actually - even the notion of a violent assault by faeries and garden gnomes doesn't really pan out. I'd kinda like to see Punch vs. a garden gnome, myself.
It's tame, it's mediocre through and through, and is mostly good for a few chuckles and not much more. The best thing about this one was actually its ad campaign, which featured the narrator assuring us "Don't be concerned about rumors of dead bodies in the theater. They're just viewers who passed out from fright!"