If watching Kelly Brook prance around in a bikini for an hour and a half is your idea of fun, then this film has been machine-tooled to separate you from your money. Brook, along with husband Billy Zane and smouldering Latin hunk Juan Pablo Di Pace, are washed up on a desert island, whereupon the two testosterone-heavy gents duke it out for Brook's skimpily-clad favours.

Brook isn't terrible, exactly; she's just burned to a crisp, acting-wise, by Zane, whose desperate mugging can't conceal a terror that he's been hijacked into a career-derailing project to help his partner's career, like Swept Away or Gigli. Writer-director Raffill doesn't help matters by resorting to ludicrous voodoo cutaways when he can't think of any other method of moving the story along.