The box set of this undeniably disreputable horror franchise is 100 percent for the fans, and they should be pretty happy with this extras-laden smorgasbord.
The film’s overriding impression is that of being lectured on the morality and fakery of reality television by Simon Cowell…or a WWE wrestler.
Clockstoopers is unusually fetishistic for a film so skittish about swapping saliva.