The Last Seven

This low-budget, SF horror flick opens grippingly, if rather casually and conventionally, in the City of London where a man in a grey business suit wakes up in the middle of a deserted street under the shadow of Lloyd's and the Gherkin. Eventually, one by one, six other people join him: an upper-class alcoholic, a religious maniac, two soldiers and two young women. They're all suffering from partial amnesia, are visited by rapid and extremely bloody flashbacks and sense some connection between each other. Are they the sole survivors of some apocalypse? Are they limbo-dancing in some purgatorial place? My lips are sealed about their destination, though it's no secret that the movie is only very briefly on the big screen en route to an imminent appearance in the suburban DVD stores where it belongs.