Hardly worth a mention, and I'm only doing this to warn off others who may stray too close to this piece of dreck.
With a Rambo-ish plot - soldier on leave from Iraq goes mountain biking in the Italian hills, runs foul of local hunters, and shows them who's boss - the film veers off halfway through when the rivals are caught and tortured by an emaciated Nazi throwback with a mountain lab and the unlikely name of Mortis.
It fails as a thriller, a horror movie, and even a travelogue, seeing as the Italian hills are mostly misty and damp.
First time director is an Italian pop star (Federico Zampaglione), and on this performance he should stick to, er, hold on. Bad as it is, this is probably better than Italian pop music.
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