Save your money for something good and enjoyable

Great movie. Not sure what people expected but I found it highly entertaining.

There is definitely an excellent idea hidden in the background of the film. Unfortunately, it's difficult to find it.

Through painfully honest and emotional moments, the movie becomes irresistibly relatable

I picked this up for three bucks, then 50 percent off at the why-are-they-still-in-business FYE store in the mall.I was ripped the hƏll off nonetheless, and here's why.This entire movie is a lie. The box, the cover, indeed the premise of this diaper-rash of a movie, promise a picture of gory suspense unlike anything you've ever seen.But you've seen everything here, better, everywhere else. Including Chuck E. Cheese's.There's nothing at all new here, except the Australian accents and the baby kangaroo that gets its head chopped off by a naked hottie in a bath towel.Now, friends, you'd expect that to be the money, here. You'd expect the filmmakers to be pitching this movie to their investors with the promise, "A naked hottie cuts a m'thr f'kn baby kangaroo's head off. Then she inserts a jagged piece of metal into her hello-there so the psychopath she knows is going to r@pe her gets his Mr. Winky all bloody shred up. And ha-ha, that's the end!"And you, the angel investor, would be throwing your grandma's inheritance at them and singin', "Hoo-ray for Hollywood!"Good luck seeing a return on that investment, friends, because this is the most boring, predictable, bloodless, soulless piece of uninteresting nothing you'll ever have the unfortunate opportunity to experience, disguised as envelope-pushing indie horror filmmaking."Dumbo" is more disturbing than this.These filmmakers have achieved the nearly impossible feat of making rape, torture, violence, suspense, poetic justice and b-movie gore, altogether, as boring and uninteresting as an episode of "The McLaughlin Group."Hey, movie-loving friends... You see this movie for a buck-and-a-half at the FYE at the mall, you let it be. Spend those six quarters on a Starbucks or an Orange Julius or a Redbox rental. Or heroin.Yes, heroin is better than this movie.

Wimpy lawyer Rob (affable Robert Taylor) and his resourceful French artist wife Pia (a winningly spunky portrayal by the gorgeous Nadia Fares) are a young couple who are forced to land their sailboat on a remote island due to a storm. The duo run afoul of a vicious family of crude hicks that reside on said island. Director Jamie Blanks relates the gripping story at a brisk pace, maintains a hard gritty tone throughout, and adeptly builds plenty of raw'n'rattling go-for-the-throat suspense that escalates to a nerve-frying fever pitch in the harsh'n'harrowing last third. Everett De Roche's tight script neatly explores the vehement disdain that boorish rural lower class folks feel towards affluent and arrogant upper class yuppies from the city. Taylor and Fares make for appealing leads. David Lyons as the sadistic Jimmy, Matthew Wilkinson as the simian Brett, and especially John Bumpton as fearsome and glowering brute patriarch Poppy register strongly as frighteningly convincing redneck psycho degenerates. The startling outbursts of savage, gruesome, and often perversely inventive violence pack a ferocious punch to the gut. The pulsating score by Blanks hits the heart-racing spot. Karl von Moller's sumptuous widescreen cinematography offers lots of breathtaking shots of the beautiful ocean and sprawling countryside. The terse 84 minute running time ensures that this movie never becomes tedious or overstays its welcome. A worthy shocker.

On a weekend boating excursion, husband and wife, Rob and Pia become lost and end up in the most unlikely place, a thick brush filled marsh, on an island in the middle of nowhere.With their boat in disarray, darkness coming on, and a heavy thunderstorm starting up, their only solution is to look for help or seek shelter of some kind.They finally come across a decrepit house and barn with no one home. However, there are definite signs of the house being inhabited, and the enormous crop of marijuana in the barn suggests the homeowners may not welcome their presence.Even worse, there is no telephone or means of communication to the outside world.But when the deranged, redneck owners, Brett, Jimmy and their even more sadistic father Poppy return, Rob and Pia realise a fear far beyond anything they have ever known....Razors where they shouldn't be, dogs eating genitals, welcome to the world of Storm Warning, a film i only wanted to watch because Urban Legend was a good genre movie.This film has been done a thousand times before, think of the Texas chainsaw massacre meets wolf creek with Ozploitation, and then your nearly there.The cast put in good performances, but it's unoriginal and uninspiring.

If there's one thing I've learnt from horror films it's that seeking refuge in a building miles from anywhere is never a good idea, particularly if it looks like it was decorated by Ed Gein. The yuppie couple in Storm Warning, Aussie barrister Rob (Robert Taylor) and his sexy French wife Pia (Nadia Farès), obviously aren't fans of scary flicks, however, and happily shelter from the elements in a remote, ramshackle farmhouse that would have me turning on my heels and hightailing it without hesitation.Despite all of the signs saying 'Get the hell out of here NOW!' (a well-used, semi-inflated sex doll on the couch is a dead giveaway that this place isn't home to normal folk), the couple check the place out, only to discover that the owners are growing marijuana on a massive scale. The penny finally drops that they will be in big trouble if they stay any longer and the couple decide to leave, only to bump into vicious drug-farmers Jimmy (David Lyons), Brett (Mathew Wilkinson) and Poppy (John Brumpton) on their way out...Predictable, yes—but despite it's well-worn set-up and a couple of flaws in logic, Storm Warning is a very enjoyable and gory romp. Director Jamie Blanks handles the material well, building the suspense nicely, ensuring that the action zips along at a brisk pace, commanding great performances from his cast (particularly from his vile antagonists), and delivering plenty of that all-important nastiness we expect from such fare.Matters might get rather silly once Rob has been 'nobbled' and Pia must learn to fight or die (she displays an inventiveness on a par with MacGyver when it comes to rigging booby traps), but with so much great gore on display, it matters not if there is the odd iffy plot development. With a splendidly splattery fish-hooks-in-the-face death scene, a nasty surprise for a would-be rapist, and a real humdinger of a finale involving a swamp hovercraft, this is a decent addition for any horror fan's DVD collection.