THIS slick, sick flick from Brit director Oliver Blackburn is as nasty and unpleasant as you'd expect from a film named after a horrific-sounding sexual act (described elsewhere as "a sex act that exists only in the imaginations of adolescent boys"),
the execution of which is the plot kicker that transforms a hedonistic holiday orgy on a yacht into a bloody battle of the sexes.
A sort of cross between Dead Calm, Shallow Grave and Saw, the film's cast of unknowns and Blackburn's unhurried build-up to the titular moment of sex-fuelled mayhem initially provides the film with a plausibly horrible portrait of Britain's binge-drinking, pill-popping, chlamydia-courting youth, as three northern girls on a Spanish holiday to forget their cheating exes hook up with a group of posh trust-fund guys spending their gap year crewing on a luxury yacht.
The film is at its best in these early scenes, showing how scarily free and intimate people can be with complete strangers.
Alas, once a dead body enters the equation, revealing the characters to be amoral to the core, the potentially intriguing "what now?" dilemma as they contemplate their newly wrecked futures soon gives way to less interesting slasher movie theatrics.
The full article contains 226 words and appears in The Scotsman newspaper.
