His directorial debut, EAT LOCALS, is, on paper at least, a barmy ride into comedy-horror territory that splices together the likes of UNDERWORLD, AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON and NIGHT OF THE LIVING DEAD, however the end result has none of the style of the Underworld, the laughs of American Werewolf nor the genius of the Living Dead.
Set over the course of one night EAT LOCALS has the last eight vampire overlords of Britain arriving at a country house for their bi-centennial meeting to discuss the game-plan for the next 50-years. Before too long they are joined by a kid from Essex, Sebastian, a horn-dog who thinks one of the overlords is a MILF he's got a chance with, and the Vatican's vampire assassination squad who'll stop at nothing to eradicate the blood-suckers once and for all.
Seems solid enough, right? The biggest problem with EAT LOCALS is that the audience always feels one step behind the gang onscreen; as if we haven't caught up on the in-joke between mates at a party and we're that friend-of-a-friend who doesn't understand the humour of the clique.
Through years of working with every thespian under the sun, Flemyng looks to have amassed an army of pals willing to spend a couple of weeks helping the bloke get a directors notch under his belt, but that's exactly how EAT LOCALS feels - like a bunch of mates getting together and doing their own thing with little consideration for who is watching.
It's never particularly as funny as it should be, as violent as it could be, and the cast don't seem to be giving it their all. In fact, most of them just look bored.
All that said, the movie is visceral and not as poorly directed as it could have been for a first-time director. But while there's a confidence and a sense of ease on display, one can't help but feel that casting someone other than your mates would have served the film better.