Yuppies + boat + imminent storm is a sure recipe for disaster. Thank fuck there're no crocodiles or killer fish though, rather a family of psycho inbred types in the sinister and isolated house where the stranded yuppies sensibly decide to take refuge.

The brothers and their crazy pa are just fuckin' brilliant, menacing as hell, and building from the bizarre and nasty to the downright murderous in scenes that impact and disturb as the poor yuppies get to taste terror and brutality first hand. Any film where a character can conversationally, and with a straight face, remark to someone that this'll be the first time his brother has had his dick in a human woman - or words to that effect - is worthy of high accolade!

In the desperate struggle for survival that unfolds there's fear in the air so heavy ya could cut it with a knife, and some scenes that'll make ya cringe. By the time this puppy is over, a lot of the men watching will be cupping a protective hand over their wedding tackle.

For atmosphere and oppression this is everything the crazy inbred maniacs movie should be, with not just one but three mad fuckers, some great dialog, and a natural flow from terror to death. It ain't perfect, the yuppie barrister dude is too much of a wimpy git for my liking, and it's a little predictable - but it's done damn well and draws ya in to its world nicely.

A fine film, done well, enjoy every moment when it gets going, and mind out ya don't catch yourself on one of those fish-hooks. Oh, and I hated rottweilers before this, here's just another reason why the feckers and me will never be buddies.