Screen adaptations of Stephen King's bestsellers have been mainly disappointing, but for this atrocity the author has only himself to blame. He wrote the screenplay, as well as appearing in a rather incongruous bit part.

Even to begin with, it's hard to sympathise with a family who, with two kids and a cat, move to a home about six yards away from a dangerous, unguarded motorway.

But they do, or we wouldn't have a story, such as it is, which involves an Indian burial ground (actually beyond the 'pet sematary') which brings the dead back to life in fiendish form.

King could never be accused of good taste, but here logic deserts him as well. People behave in impossibly idiotic fashion in order to sustain the horror, and the dialogue all too often matches the plot developments for sheer lunacy.

Bury this turkey in the 'pet sematary' - but don't let it come back.