Oh, Mr. Urban, why?
, a movie based on a movie written by the same guy who did the Avengers and the Professionals, Brian Clemens. Should have been good, right?
Oh HELL NO.
Honestly, your standard "two adventurous American girls traveling alone through South America. The sexually confident one is kidnapped and obviously about to be sold as a sex slave. The enigmatic American who may or may not be responsible for it helps the remaining, shyer American. The police are in on it, the enigmatic American (KU) is looking for his missing girlfriend, he agrees to trade the remaining American girl for his girlfriend, is killed, the sexually confident American girl is accidentally killed, the shy American escapes, is captured again, escapes again, kills the policeman, is rescued walking down an empty road by another (female) policeman". Exeunt single white American female, now wise enough to know she shouldn't a) go anywhere by herself or without a man; b) sexually independent and confident women are ripe victims and c) ... I don't know what this movie is supposed to prove, other than Karl Urban has two kids to feed and is willing to get ridiculous blond highlights to do it.
It would have been enormously improved by either space aliens or zombies. Explosions would have also been a help, I feel.