12 Horror Sequels You Should Die Before You See

If nothing else, this relentlessly trashy sequel to 2004’s Alien Vs Predator proves what cheaper sci-fi films have known all along – that skinny-dipping is no defence against alien invaders. Picking up where Paul WS Anderson’s movie left off, Requiem opens with an Alien-Predator hybrid running amok on board a spaceship that subsequently crashes in Gunniston County, one of those backwoods communities where everyone’s a waitress, an ex-con or a horny teenager who just wants to make out.

Having seen Pulp Fiction, the Predators send in a ‘Cleaner’ (not played by Harvey Keitel, alas) to erase all evidence of the hybrid’s existence, unaware that it has already reproduced, leading to a smackdown with the offspring that’s so dimly lit you can’t tell what’s happening. This turns into a full-scale, town-wide grudge match where hybrids get loose in a maternity ward, teenagers have their midnight swim interrupted and characters aren’t referred to again after they’ve been killed.

Despite its studio budget, Requiem is as cheap as Greydon Clark’s $150,000 Without Warning (1980), where a polystyrene-headed alien tried and failed to conquer a backwoods community home to waitresses, horny teenagers, plus future Oscar winners Martin Landau and Jack Palance. On a dollars spent/fun had ratio, it’s a far better movie.