So hilariously terrible its stupidly wonderful - Tulpa review

Two things must be said of Tulpa before we get into the meat of things: first, I genuinely didn’t know films could be this bad anymore and second, I cannot remember the last time I enjoyed myself so much in a cinema. It is on par with The Room in terms of quality of acting and scripting and no less wildly, hilariously entertaining. However, after the half hour mark you will be won over by the pure, utterly pretentious charm.

Claudia Gerni in the role of a lifetime?

Created to be a reinvention of Giallo cinema, Tulpa does throw a lot of gouged eyes, melting faces and decapitated penises (something of a trend at this year’s Frightfest). Despite such lashings of gore with the intension to shock and disgust, there is absolutely no way anyone could take the violence seriously in light of the film as a whole. It’s a whodunit erotic horror/thriller with a stand-up-and-clap worthy twist due to its preposterousness. But the miss mash of dreadful ideas and execution somehow, against all odds, manage to gel and become something truly wonderfully. It’s a rare thing for a film as abysmal as Tulpa to somehow be such a joy to experience.