After 1999's lame Lake Placid and Tobe Hooper's miserable Crocodile you'd safely say another giant crocodile movie isn't a really good idea. But that didn't stop the makers of this flick about a camera crew heading to the islands to make a documentary about "blood surfing" (where the surfer cuts themself and go boarding in shark infested waters) only to fall prey to a giant (and quite pissed) crocodile.

Directed by James D.R. Hickox (who in my opinon directed the only good Children Of The Corn sequel - part 3) this is a totally non-descript low-budgeter with an ill-fitting surfing musical score, lame attempts at humour and a handful of cheesy deaths.

The filmmakers wisely keep the croc hidden for the first half and Maureen Larrazabal is nice to look at; but the is one junky B-movie and is cheap looking to boot. The effects may be better than 2000's Crocodile, but they still look like handpuppets.

Two choice moments: the one line of many lines of poor dialogue where one person says "that crocodile just ate that guy!" and the reply; "yeah we'll send flowers". The other is when one of the characters surfs (!) into the waiting jaws of our beast. Sloppy.

Directed By: James D.R. Hickox.
Written By: Sam Bernard, Robert L. Levy.

Starring: Dax Miller, Katie Fischer, Matt Borlenchi, Joel West.