Fuk! Fuk! Fuk! You gotta go see this!! You gotta go see this!! I�m renowned for falling asleep at the cinema on a Friday night, but no chance of that with �MY LITTLE EYE� roving round your worst, most subdued nightmares. Bottomless pit-fulls of modern-day horrors rely too heavily on style over substance with flashy visuals and haywire, inter-cut visuals sending u so dizzy you�re feel obliged to feel scared of the most mundane things, but this beauty of a killer movie wielded by director Mark Evans dives direct for the stomach, jugular and toilet respite combined. The premise of a bunch of twentysomething fame-hungry fools being left in a remote mansion in the middle of no man�s land�s woods as their antics are viewed on the internet Big Brother-style obviously asks for trouble, and the shock ending seems to be a huge homage to �The Blair Witch Project.� If u liked �Blair Witch,� you�ll love this, but unbelievably legions of people hated that shake-fest of a Docu-horror. As it is, �MY LITTLE EYE� does lethally justify an �18� certificate, yet the owl-in-the-attic and bag-over-head scenes force shit-in-your-pants to �happen,� there should be a disclaimer at the start of the movie warning those of a nervous disposition to go home, because an in-auditorium bog is rare. And, put simply, this is a downright nasty movie. A movie which, semi-ironically, you really really have to see. (STEVE RUDD)