Directed by Conor McMahon, starring Mariann Araujo, David Muyllaert, Eoin Whelan and David Ryan.

After reading the map the wrong way - naturally - Spanish visitor Helena (Araujo) and boyfriend Martin (Ryan) end up lost in Leitrim and driving straight into the mayhem of a county infected with a mutant strain of Mad Cow Disease. Distracted from the wheel for a second, Martin mows down a man standing in the middle of the road and then gets his neck torn to shreds trying to do the right thing afterwards. The local is a zombie, and soon Martin will be one of them too, leaving Helena to battle her way through the countryside's undead with gravedigger Desmond (Muyllaert) and his shovel as her only allies.

The first 100% Irish horror (crew, money, hurley-wielding madman - more on him later) 'Dead Meat' brings together award-winning shorts director Conor McMahon and the organisers of Dublin's Horrorthon festival for a film which makes up for its tiny budget with a lot of heart - brains, eyeballs and intestines. The rights have already been sold to numerous countries and with good reason: this is a film that gets the mix between humour and gore just right and nods to the masters like Raimi, Carpenter and Romero, but still has enough of its own ideas not to feel like fans making a tribute. Here you'll witness an eye-gouging with a hoover; an undead cow snatching someone out of a jeep and in Eoin Whelan's almost psychotic GAA coach Cathal, a class comedy creation who arrives to even up the odds between the living and the dead just when the storyline is starting to sag a little.

Anyone who spent their teenage years welded to their own or someone else's sofa watching horror after horror on video will love this movie. But even if splatter and scares aren't your thing, the effort and energy that have gone into 'Dead Meat' make it impossible not to like. Hopefully it will inspire many more to scrounge funds and pick up a camera. At this rate, even a decent Irish gangster movie could be a possibility. After all, when the dead get up and walk in Leitrim...

Harry Guerin