THE opening shot of this sci-fi horror feature from the Spanish

Almodovar stable is icky-grisly stuff; a kidnap gone horribly wrong, a

girl floating on a pool of dark blood on a heart-shaped waterbed. It's

an image typical of Alex de Iglesia's approach. He mixes Almodovar

kitsch with a heavy helping of gore to create a highly individualistic

style destined to shoot him right into the cultdom stratosphere,

alongside Waters, Lynch and the rest of the cooky bunch. Accion Mutante

is a paean to bad taste. We're talking mega gross.

The titles take a swing at the Bond movies and from here on in satire

reigns supreme, with parodies on everything from daytime television to

Star Wars and Mad Max. Accion Mutante (Mutant Action) is a gang of

deformed terrorists, fighting back at the beauty-obsessed world of 2012,

a hellish society we can already glimpse in the pages of Hello. ''We

don't want to lose weight or smell good,'' snarls their leader Ramon

(Antonio Resines), who has spent five gloomy years in jail watching his

gang (faithfully recorded by bizarre fly-on-the-wall television cameras)

botch up every kidnap attempt. Like Delicatessen's sewer bandits they're

big on plans but hopeless in action.

Ramon soon licks them into shape, planning the audacious snatch of

Patricia Oruju, daughter of a powerful industrialist, from her wedding.

Against all odds, i.e., their own staggering ineptitude, they succeed.

Taking off in a tin-pot spaceship to the ransom rendezvous of the Lost

Mine bar of Axturias, some in-fighting en route reduces their numbers.

The craft crashes with Ramon and Patricia as the only apparent

survivors. Head concussed, she duly suffers Stockholm Syndrome, falling

in love with Ramon, a man with a face of steel and a heart of stone (but

sexy as hell for all that).

The rest of the film is awash with blood and hilarity, although some

torture scenes are literally close to the bone. Strong stomach and sense

of irony required but see it if you can so in years to come you can say

you saw it first.

* Tonight, Cameo, 11.45.