Rogue (2007)
Greg McLean’s first flick was Wolf Creek and though I didn’t care for that cliché ridden piece of garbage, something about him tackling Nature Amuck had me intrigued.
Rogue is the story of a group of tourists shipwrecked by a giant cranky salt water crocodile who wants nothing more than to feast on the Australian branch of central casting’s disposable characters (the A.B.C.C.D.C). We’ve seen this setup a billion times before but McLean pulls out the stops and delivers what may be the best animal amuck film since Jaws.
Mr. Aussie Horror uses quirky pacing to fuck with our expectations to give us some legitimate popcorn in the air, jump out of your seat moments. This flick is by no stretch of the imagination gore free either (plenty of chopping and rendering) and the crocodile itself is one of the most convincing pieces of CG I can remember. So even though I am in the minority, and could care less for my visit to scenic Wolf Creek, Greg’s second stop on the Australian terror tour has me anxious to travel Down Under next time around.
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