Stitches review

If Psychoville didn't exist, Stitches would be hilarious.

Instead, in the shadow of that show’s conspicuously similar Mr Jelly, Ross Noble’s shit clown (catchphrase: “oh fer fuck’s sake”) has to settle for just being very funny.

Following a freak accident at a children’s party, this horror comedy sees the titular entertainer rise from the dead to wreak revenge riding a tiny bike.

The kills are inventive but Noble’s baggy trousered butcher is too sympathetic, and his teenage victims too generic for this to be in anyway scary.

A Halloween crowd-pleaser that’s missing a few tricks and treats.