Inbred is a 2011 British horror comedy splatter film directed by Alex Chandon and co-written with Paul Shrimpton and produced by Margaret Milner Schmueck.

[1] Four young offenders – Tim, Sam, Dwight, and Zeb – and their caretakers – Kate and Jeff – travel to a Yorkshire village called Mortlake to do community service, staying in a little cottage.

[9] The Daily Telegraph's review was: "Patience-sappingly foul British horror film in which a brood of ravening yokels torment inner-city teens on a weekend retreat.

[11] Total Film concluded "All-out gore is the USP, but it’s served with such pernicious cynicism (is casting people with genuine disabilities as freaks OK?)

"[12] The Radio Times flagged up "weaknesses in pacing, plot and characterisation" but, thanks to the enthusiastic acting and gory special effects, "[t]hese crowd-pleasing elements distract from a multitude of sins".

Ain't It Cool News picked it as one of their favourite horror films of the year with the recommendation that "[n]o self respecting gorehound should miss INBRED.

"[14] Diabolique magazine wrote that Inbred "offers viewers a genuinely weird and creepy story about redemption that benefits greatly from exceptional casting, spooky locations, and gruesome special makeup effects".

"[16] Sky Movies recommended it saying "there's a joyous celebration of the depraved" and "unlike a lot of low-budget horror schlock, there's a decent cast delivering wry-if-cartoonish dialogue.

"[17] Dread Central warned that a potential viewer should not "go into Inbred looking for a genuinely horrific, or even particularly thrilling or tense, piece of work – you won't find that here.

"[18] Paul Mount of Starburst declared that "Inbred may well be the grossest, sickest horror movie this reviewer has ever laid eyes on" and drew parallels with "The League of Gentlemen dialed up to eleven and mix in a bit of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, Straw Dogs and maybe The Hills Have Eyes", concluding "this is pitch-black stuff and its humour is as dark as night - and as such it does what it sets out to do and is a triumph of its type.

"[19] Despite the possibly disrespectful take on its home county, The Yorkshire Post said the film "combines gruesome shocks with genuine humour", suggests it is "[f]rom the same genre as Simon Sprackling's deliriously demented Funny Man" and ends up by stating that Inbred "has to be seen to be believed... it proves that classic British horror is alive and twitching.