Death To 2021 (2021)

I am not giving this a rating. I refuse to rate anything that I could do a better job myself on, whilst precariously dangling my wet bollocks over an electric fence. Has it's moments, but given the source, budget and the amount of ammo it had to play with, this seems like it was written over a fish supper on a cold Wednesday evening in Cleethorpes. Never thought I'd say, but I quite miss that smug twat Brooker these days.