We're back from our Summer holidays! Dick has rinsed out his bucket and spade and Dom has applied aftersun to some especially delicate areas of flesh. So what better way to see in the Autumn but letting everyone down with smut. Yes, we tackle the sluggish troughs and lurid peaks of mid-nineties direct to video memory-loss thriller Timebomb. We then try to pitch a film that's all peak but instead create a filthy monster for which we are not proud. Consider this an advance apology...

Maybe a little bit proud.