Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I thank you for giving me the opportunity to trash yet another movie, and since this one put me in a particularly bitchy mood, I hope you won't be disappointed. 88 Antop Hill cannot be much better than a bunch of 1st year film students' experimental film on the sleeping habits of ants. The adverts wanted to know if we dared to come. I dared and I wish I hadn't - because I would have been spared the gory and unnecessary crucifixion of some 15 reels of celluloid. In the immortal words of one Mr. Geoffrey Boycott, some might even call this movie 'absoloot roobi....