Just when you thought it was safe to go hiking in the bushes again…along comes Mick Taylor. Kristy, Ben and Liz are three pals in their twenties who set out to hike through the scenic Wolf Creek National Park in the Australian Outback. The trouble begins when they get back only to find that their car won’t start. The trio think they have a way out when they run into a local bushman named Mick Taylor. Wait until you get a load of what Mick has in store for them. Their troubles have just begun. —IMDb
There's a good movie in here somewhere. It's desperately trying to claw out, but the overall cliche'd storyline is keeping it caged.
A promising build-up—complete with effective references to Australian classics (the Wolf Creek crater clearly standing in for Picnic Rock; Jarratt's at-times charismatic presence recalling classic Ozploitation horror like *Next of Kin*; the outback bar scene playing as a shorthand, and sleazier, version of comparable scenes in *Wake in Fright*; etc.)—gives way to a tedious final third. Basically everything after
misogyny anyone ? we watch in detail and in extend scenes the brutal killing of the two female characters while the guy escapes pretty easily and is saved....apparently there's something in the Anglo-saxon colony gene pool that determines people to make cruel and rotten,rotten,rotten movies