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Like a sort of laughter thong, it covers very little and doesn't save the blushes of anyone involved.

To call this Brit flick too clever by half, flatters it.

Marshall Herskovitz, who made Legends Of The Fall into a remedy for insomnia, directs from the sitting position.

As for the laughs, they keep coming to the point it is tough to keep track of why you are in hysterics.

The oppressive atmosphere of the swamp and the tension between the frustrated alpha males are so thick right up to the final frame you could cut the air with one of their knives, while the trauma of the experience lingers long after the credits roll.

The film is so false, it's all cardboard and frills.

The action sequences are properly thrilling yet just silly enough to remind us that the film appreciates its cheap and cheerful origins.